Pinay StepDaughter Gets Fucked By StepDad

Jennifer was in the kitchen washing the last of the breakfast dishes. The small apartment smelled like fried rice and instant coffee. She was still in her thin tank top and tiny cotton shorts, the kind she slept in. Her dark hair was messy from the night before, and she hummed along to the TV playing in the living room.
Michael walked in from the hallway, already dressed for work in his button-up shirt and slacks. He was her stepdad, married to her mom for a couple of years now. He stopped behind her at the sink and placed his hands on her hips.
“You still not dressed?” he asked, his voice low.
Jennifer glanced over her shoulder and smiled. “Mom left early for her shift. I thought I’d take my time.”
Michael’s hands slid around to her stomach, pulling her back against him. She could feel his cock already getting hard through his pants. The morning light coming through the window made everything feel too real — no fancy lighting, just the normal mess of their daily life.
“You know we shouldn’t,” he muttered, but his hands were already moving up under her tank top, squeezing her small tits.
Jennifer pushed her ass back against him. “Then why are you touching me like that?”
He groaned and kissed the side of her neck. One hand slipped down into her shorts, fingers finding her pussy already getting wet. She was petite, with smooth brown skin and a round ass that always seemed to drive him crazy. He rubbed her clit in slow circles while she kept pretending to wash a plate.
“Fuck, you’re soaked already,” he said.
She bit her lip and spread her legs a little. “Been thinking about it since last night.”
Michael turned her around quickly, lifting her up onto the kitchen counter. A glass clinked as her foot knocked it. He yanked her shorts and panties down in one motion, letting them hang from one ankle. Her shaved pussy was right there in front of him — pink and glistening.
He dropped to his knees and buried his face between her thighs, licking her eagerly. Jennifer grabbed his hair, moaning softly at first, then louder as his tongue worked her clit.
“Oh shit… right there,” she whispered. The fear of neighbors hearing made it hotter. The TV was still on, some morning show talking about traffic.
After a couple minutes he stood up, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his thick cock. It was already rock hard, veins showing. Jennifer reached down and stroked it a few times, spreading her legs wider on the counter.
“Put it in me,” she said urgently.
Michael rubbed the head of his cock up and down her wet slit, then pushed inside. She was tight. He went slow at first, watching his cock disappear into her young pussy. Jennifer gasped and held onto his shoulders.
“Fuck me,” she begged.
He started thrusting harder, the sound of skin slapping filling the small kitchen. Her tits bounced under the thin tank top with every stroke. Michael gripped her hips, pulling her onto his cock deeper each time.
“You like stepdad’s cock?” he growled.
“Yes… fuck yes,” Jennifer moaned. Her eyes were half-closed, mouth open. Sweat was already forming on her forehead.
He fucked her steadily, changing angles until she was whimpering. The counter creaked under them. At one point he pulled out, turned her around, and bent her over the sink. From behind he could see her perfect round ass as he slammed back in.
The new position made her moan louder. He reached around and rubbed her clit while pounding her pussy. Jennifer’s legs shook.
“I’m gonna cum,” she warned.
“Cum on my cock,” Michael said, thrusting faster.
Her pussy clenched around him as she came, a shaky moan escaping her lips. Michael didn’t stop. He kept fucking her through it, the wet sounds getting louder.
After a minute he pulled out and made her get on her knees on the kitchen floor. Jennifer took his cock in her mouth right away, tasting herself on him. She sucked eagerly, looking up at him with big eyes while her hand stroked the base.
Michael held her head and fucked her mouth gently at first, then deeper. Saliva dripped down her chin.
“Such a good girl,” he muttered.
He pulled her back up, bent her over the counter again, and slid back into her pussy from behind. This time he went hard and fast, chasing his own orgasm. Jennifer pushed back to meet his thrusts, her ass jiggling with every impact.
“Fuck… I’m close,” he groaned.
“Cum inside me,” she said breathlessly. “Fill me up.”
Michael gripped her hips tighter and buried himself deep. His cock pulsed as he came, shooting thick loads into her pussy. He stayed inside for a few seconds, breathing heavy, before slowly pulling out. A trickle of cum leaked from her used hole and ran down her thigh.
They both stayed still for a moment, catching their breath. The TV was still babbling in the background.
“Shit, I have to get to work,” Michael said with a laugh. He quickly zipped up his pants and tucked in his shirt.
Jennifer pulled her shorts back up, feeling the warm cum soaking into the fabric. She turned and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
“Have a good day,” she said, smiling.
He grabbed his keys and headed for the door, glancing back once. “We’ll finish this properly tonight.”
The kitchen went quiet again except for the TV. Jennifer wiped the counter quickly and went back to her morning routine like nothing had happened — just another risky quickie before the day really started.