Don't Tell Mom And Dad

Can you believe that bratty, mouthy Rahyndee's my stepsis? Dad ties the knot with her mom, and boom—I'm stuck with this sassy little wildcard. We had some dumb bet—I forget the details—but I lost and offered her a half-price massage. Figured she'd bail since the girl's broke as hell, no job in sight. Then she flashes this credit card, claiming the rents hooked her up. Yeah, right. One call to check, and her bullshit crumbles like a house of cards. But I play it cool, let her strut in all cocky, yapping away to build that fake confidence. Then I flip the script hard—shove my thick, throbbing cock right into that big, trash-talking mouth of hers, turning it into my personal fuckhole. She squirms and denies it, but damn, her pussy's dripping just from eyeing and tasting my meat. Wet as a summer storm down there means one thing: we're banging. Prissy bitch acts all uptight, but surprise—she's loose and ready, gripping me like she owns the ride.