My stepdaughter fantasies
I often find my thoughts drifting off to her. How her small tits would feel in my hand. How her ass is so firm and the perfect handful. How her pussy smells.
She comes home from work and always changes into just a baggy t-shirt and her underwear. Walking around house. She has to know what she is doing. She sits on the couch, feet up, her panties hugging her pussy, just begging me to bury my face between her legs.
I have to sneak off to my room to stroke my cock to her. I don’t close the door or anything, in the hopes she will follow, or peak in on me. She’s watching me, as my hand slides up and down my shaft. Her hand sliding into her panties. My grunts faintly audible, her moans just louder than me. I blow my load as I hear her climax.
These are the things I think about. It drives me crazy.