“You Want More Than a Handjob? This Is Fucked Up…” Raee’s Deal With Daddy

What did you expect me to do? My stepdaughter Raee parades around the house in that tiny cheerleader outfit, her short skirt flipping up just enough to drive me wild. Yeah, it's cliché as hell, but damn, she's a cute little thing in her school uniform—perky tits straining against the top, ass begging to be grabbed. I'm her stepdad, sure, but I've been stroking my cock to fantasies of her for weeks, imagining bending her over and making her mine. Then one day, she catches me red-handed, dick in hand, pumping away to her pics. Fuck it, I'm going all in. "Come here, baby girl," I say, "look at Daddy's big dick. You've seen it now—give me a hand." She hesitates, but her eyes lock on my throbbing shaft, and she steps closer. I don't ask for much at first: wrap those cheerleader panties around my cock and stroke me slow and tight. Look Daddy right in the eyes while you do it. Show me you want this fucked-up shit. Tell me you know it's wrong and you love it anyway. "That's my sweet girl," I groan, watching her small hand glide up and down, her cheeks flushing as precum soaks through the fabric. But a handjob from Raee? It escalates fast. Her lips part, and soon she's on her knees, giving me the sloppiest blowjob of my life—gagging on Daddy's cock, drool dripping down her chin, those big eyes watering up at me. I need to know what that tight cheerleader throat feels like squeezing every inch... and trust me, she delivers.