I knew Daddy didn’t like Mom’s cooking, but I didn’t know it made him so angry… so demanding. This last meal sent him over the edge, and when I defended it, he took out his frustration on me. I have to say – I didn’t mind. I’ve always found my stepdad hot. I look up to him. He’s successful, focused, and authoritative. But he’s always loved me. When he had me kneeling on the kitchen floor, his cock out, pushing it against my lips, then deeper and deeper into my mouth… I finally felt like something clicked between us. I was happy to be used for his pleasure – I was his tight little hole to be used however he wanted. I was the meal he’d been after all along.

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