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Lola goes to her stepdad Peter because nobody else will help her pick a look for the anniversary with her boyfriend. She tells him the guy might be the one who finally fucks her cherry away. Peter nearly chokes. He tries to warn her, but she blows him off. A few hours later she bursts back in with mascara running. The asshole just wanted a quick fuck and dipped once he got his nut. She’s pissed and horny and crying all at once. Then she grabs Peter’s face and plants one on him, still tasting her own tears. She wants her stepdad to be the first one inside her. Her fingers tug at his waistband, and when she pulls him out her eyes go wide with dirty little hunger. She strokes him, mouths him, gets him shiny and hard, then straddles him on the couch. The thick head pops in but she gasps, stings bad, and Peter has to hold her hips still while he eases more inside. Bit by bit her tight hole gives, heat and slick easing the stretch, and before long she’s bouncing, clit grinding on every upstroke. He flips her, splits her wide, pounds until her first real orgasm tears out of her in loud, broken curses. She’s still shaking when he pulls free and paints her face—cheeks, lips, even one sticky rope across her lashes. She licks her lower lip, catches her breath, and drops the bomb he never saw coming.
Lola goes to her stepdad Peter because nobody else will help her pick a look for the anniversary with her boyfriend. She tells him the guy might be the one who finally fucks her cherry away. Peter nearly chokes. He tries to warn her, but she blows him off. A few hours later she bursts back in with mascara running. The asshole just wanted a quick fuck and dipped once he got his nut. She’s pissed and horny and crying all at once. Then she grabs Peter’s face and plants one on him, still tasting her own tears. She wants her stepdad to be the first one inside her. Her fingers tug at his waistband, and when she pulls him out her eyes go wide with dirty little hunger. She strokes him, mouths him, gets him shiny and hard, then straddles him on the couch. The thick head pops in but she gasps, stings bad, and Peter has to hold her hips still while he eases more inside. Bit by bit her tight hole gives, heat and slick easing the stretch, and before long she’s bouncing, clit grinding on every upstroke. He flips her, splits her wide, pounds until her first real orgasm tears out of her in loud, broken curses. She’s still shaking when he pulls free and paints her face—cheeks, lips, even one sticky rope across her lashes. She licks her lower lip, catches her breath, and drops the bomb he never saw coming.