Stepdad Assistant. Part 4

He stared at it, at all the juices running down along my lips, staining the insides of my thighs. I was breathing heavily, my breasts bouncing as I watched him watching me. I grazed my fingers over my slit under the guise of moving my panties away even further, but really, it was because I desperately needed to touch myself. My clit was throbbing so hard it almost hurt, and the only thing that would bring it relief was playing with it.

I couldn’t do that in front of my stepfather, though. Could I?

Then my gaze fell to the front of his pants. There was a huge bulge in them, straining the zipper of his slacks! He’d stuffed his hands into his pockets, but I was sure he was doing more than a little “adjusting” down there. As horny as I was, my stepdad was even hornier, and he was using me to get off.

A sudden sense of power came over me. I kept my eyes trained on that bulge as I brought my fingers back to my slit and began rubbing softly.

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