Hidden Cameras Are The Best!!

Crystal Chase leans against the doorframe, arms crossed under her tits like she’s been waiting all day for this. Sweetie, we really need to revisit that car talk, she says, then laughs. You blink, trying to keep eye-contact, but the towel barely stays over those wet curves and your eyes give you up. Too late. She sees the flush, the hard line down your pants. I’ve caught you watching in the shower three nights straight, she adds, turning so your view gets better. I’m dripping, Daddy. Soaked. You can drop the ‘step’ label—we both know there’s no blood between us. Want a closer look? Go ahead, shove that cock right between these big, slippery tits. That’s it, fuck ’em just like you’ve been dreaming. Stuff my cleavage, slap the head against my chin. I can feel you throbbing, squeezing the towel tighter between my boobs, and then your cock jumps—long, thick ropes of cum across my neck and cheeks. Crystal’s eyes are heavy, tongue flicking a pearl from her lip. Damn, that’s a thick fucking load. I guess the car stays parked tonight...