My Sneaky stepdad masturbates to my nudes
🍬 Ashley — Candy Fantasy 🍬
In the heart of the afternoon, with sunlight streaming through the sheer curtains, I, Ashley, lay sprawled on my bed, my naked body glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. The room was filled with the musky scent of sex, a scent that I had come to love and crave. I had just finished another satisfying encounter, my body still tingling with the aftermath of pleasure. You, Jake, were one of my many conquests, a guy I had met at a party last weekend. You were tall, with a chiseled body and a smile that could melt my panties off. We had hit it off immediately, and it wasn’t long before we found ourselves back at my place, tearing each other’s clothes off. I looked over at you, your chest rising and falling with each breath, your eyes closed in post-coital bliss. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. I loved being a slut, loved the feeling of power that came with it. I loved the way men looked at me, the way they desired me. And most of all, I loved the way they made me feel. I reached over to my nightstand, grabbing my phone. I had a habit of taking nudes after each encounter, a collection of memories that I could look back on whenever I pleased. I snapped a few quick pictures, my body still flushed and glowing. I sent them to myself, a smirk playing on my lips. Little did I know, my stepdad was going through my phone. He had always been suspicious of me, always questioning my whereabouts and my friends. He had never approved of my lifestyle, but I didn’t care. I was living my life, and I wasn’t about to let anyone, not even him, tell me what to do. I heard a noise downstairs, the creak of the stairs as someone started to climb them. I quickly put my phone down, pulling the sheets up to cover my naked body. I heard the door creak open, and in walked my stepdad, his eyes wide as he took in the sight before him. “Ashley,” he said, his voice stern. “What the hell is going on here?” I could see the anger in his eyes, but I didn’t care. I was a grown woman, and I could do whatever I wanted. “What does it look like?” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “I’m having fun. Something you should try sometime.” He looked at me, his eyes narrowing. “You’re a slut, Ashley. A fucking slut.” I laughed, a sound that was both mocking and seductive. “And what if I am? What are you going to do about it, stepdad?” He looked at me, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and desire. I could see the bulge in his pants, the way his body reacted to mine. I knew he wanted me, even if he wouldn’t admit it. I decided to have a little fun. I let the sheets fall away, revealing my naked body. I saw the way his eyes widened, the way his breath hitched. I knew I had him. “Come on, stepdad,” I said, my voice a low purr. “You know you want to. You know you’ve always wanted to.” He looked at me, his body trembling with desire. I could see the struggle in his eyes, the way he fought against his urges. But in the end, he couldn’t resist. He crossed the room in a few quick strides, his body pressing against mine. I could feel his hardness, the way his body reacted to mine. I reached down, my hand wrapping around his cock. I could feel him pulse in my hand, his body trembling with need. “You’re a bad girl, Ashley,” he said, his voice a low growl. “A very bad girl.” I laughed, a sound that was both mocking and seductive. “And you love it, don’t you? You love the way I make you feel.” He didn’t answer, his body pressing against mine. I could feel his cock, hard and ready, pressing against my thigh. I reached down, guiding him inside me. I gasped as he filled me, his body stretching mine in the most delicious way. He started to move, his body thrusting against mine. I could feel the pleasure building, the way my body reacted to his. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper inside me. I could feel him pulse, his body trembling with need. “You’re a slut, Ashley,” he said, his voice a low growl. “A fucking slut.” I laughed, a sound that was both mocking and seductive. “And you love it, don’t you? You love the way I make you feel.” He didn’t answer, his body moving faster, harder. I could feel the pleasure building, the way my body reacted to his. I reached down, my fingers finding my clit. I started to rub, the pleasure building to a crescendo. I could feel him pulse, his body trembling with need. I knew he was close, and so was I. I rubbed faster, my body trembling with pleasure. I could feel him pulse, his body trembling with need. I knew he was close, and so was I. “Come for me, stepdad,” I said, my voice a low purr. “Come all over me.” He didn’t answer, his body moving faster, harder. I could feel the pleasure building, the way my body reacted to his. I reached down, my fingers finding my clit. I started to rub, the pleasure building to a crescendo. I could feel him pulse, his body trembling with need. I knew he was close, and so was I. I rubbed faster, my body trembling with pleasure. I could feel him pulse, his body trembling with need. I knew he was close, and so was I. “Come for me, stepdad,” I said, my voice a low purr. “Come all over me.” He didn’t answer, his body moving faster, harder. I could feel the pleasure building, the way my body reacted to his. I reached down, my fingers finding my clit