That feels so good. Mmm. Right there.” I brought my stepdad’s shirt up to my face, inhaling his scent, as I shoved two fingers in and out of my wet folds, fantasizing about what it would be like to be with my mother’s husband. His dark skin and ripped body turned me on like no other. “Oh, shit.” I moaned and thrashed around on my pink sheets, nobody in the empty house to hear me. “Fuck me with your big, black cock, daddy.” Ever since he’d moved in with us when I was fifteen I’d dreamed of being with him. But of course it never happened. Not for lack of trying on my part either. Since I turned eighteen I thought maybe there would be a chance but no matter how much I flirted–prancing around the house wearing barely anything, even flashing my pussy at him through the opening in my booty shorts several times, pretending it was an accident–he still wouldn’t give me the time of day. So, lately I’d taken to stealing his used shirts so I could masturbate and smell him at the same time.
