She was supposed to be babysitting. Instead, she’s bent over the couch, skirt up, panties off, fingers deep in her tight little pussy while she listens for the door. When he walks in — Stepdad — she doesn’t run. She grins. And when he sees what she’s doing? He doesn’t stop her… he takes over. One finger, then two — stretching her, testing her, feeling how desperate she is. Then he unzips. Thick. Hard. Ready. She turns, licks the tip, whispers “Please… fill me.” No warning. He flips her, spreads her legs, and rams it in, tearing through her wetness with one hard stroke. She screams — half hurt, half pleasure — but she grinds back, begging for more. Stroke after deep stroke, he claims her, owns her, until she’s squirming, dripping, edging toward a creampie like she was made for it. And when he’s ready? He pumps her full — shot after hot shot, deep inside her untouched womb. She feels it swell, throb, leak — his cum marking her. This is step taboo at its filthiest