Kiki's Shorts Must Come Off

Kiki yanks her shorts down in one tug. Her stepdad's eyes lock on the way her fingers slide straight to her soaked slit, spreading those plump lips like she owns the room. She doesn't tease. She dives in—two fingers knuckle-deep, thumb riding her clit in lazy circles, hips rocking slow and shameless. Every stroke pulls a wet sound out of her, sticky and loud. She keeps her gaze right on him, smirking, biting her lip like she just dared him to do something about it.