I was left there waiting. Hot off my shift, body suit and stripper heels still on, chained to the door, wondering what would happen next. The hood blinded me and muted my hearing, but I was certain my Step-daddy would want to make sure I was OK - or would He, maybe He didn’t care and just wanted something extra out of me? I heard the door open, but didn’t know who was coming through, Step-daddy is that You? I asked to the black room, from behind the hood blind folding me. It smells and feels like my Step-daddy’s cock, but it could be anyone. A hand grasps the back of my head and slams a coc...

I was left there waiting. Hot off my shift, body suit and stripper heels still on, chained to the door, wondering what would happen next. The hood blinded me and muted my hearing, but I was certain my Step-daddy would want to make sure I was OK - or would He, maybe He didn’t care and just wanted something extra out of me? I heard the door open, but didn’t know who was coming through, Step-daddy is that You? I asked to the black room, from behind the hood blind folding me. It smells and feels like my Step-daddy’s cock, but it could be anyone. A hand grasps the back of my head and slams a cock down my throat, but I just don’t know - who’s my Step-daddy tonight? Does it matter when you’re cock hungry and just want to taste cum? Will you be my Step-daddy? Can you be Step-daddy who makes me thirst and throat, begging with my tongue to get a taste of Step-daddy spunk in my little slut mouth?