She grabbed my cock and held it tight. It was pumping in her little hand as the blood-filled it to the beat of my racing heart.

Again she came forward. All the time looking me in the eyes, she once again slid her lips over my engorged and raging cock.

Quickly this time, almost instantly I felt her throat as my cock stretched it open again and again she pulled back, but not completely, as she immediately pushed herself onto me again and again.

Her lips worked over the shaft and her tongue writhing around it intermittently and then once again I was stretching deep into her.

Instinctively I put one hand on the back of her head. The tips of my fingers curling under her hair and gripping firmly.

I took control and began to fuck her face at my own pace. Her eyes lit up and the semblance of a smile appeared at the corners of her mouth. I began to force myself into her faster and harder, giving her brief moments to catch her breath.

I stood there driving into her face again and again. I had no idea for how long.

She relished every moment and if I ever started to slow or try to give her more room to breathe, she quickly countered by pushing herself forward.

In her dishevelled state, she looked even more radiant.

Her cheeks were now red, her hair mangled in my hands and she was covered in a mixture of her own gag and my pre-cum.

It hung from her mouth, pouring off her lips and dripping down her sumptuous body.

I could have stayed there forever. Or at least until I'd exploded in her mouth and down her throat. Forcing my cum down her throat with my cock as it squirted into her.

But then, I noticed that she had one hand wriggling between her legs.

She was touching her delicious pussy to satisfy her own desire.

I knew at that moment that I wouldn't cum yet, I wouldn't cum in her mouth.

I pulled back. My cock, covered and dripping with spit, shone like a thick fleshy weapon.

Again she giggled as she manoeuvred herself onto her back.

She laid down and her breasts jiggled as she completed the motion only for them to settle a moment later. Her nipples were pert and firm.

Her arousal is there for all to see.

She parted her legs, the delicious contours hypnotising me. Her calves, her athletic thighs.

All led me to a single point of focus.

Her ripe, succulent, young, wet pussy.

There in front of me.

Glowing and beckoning me.

Its delicate little folds, truly the petals of the rarest flower.

Its nectar, was sweet and sparkling as its fragrance filled the air.

She looked at me with an expression somewhere between coy innocence and deviant delight as she said "Fuck me Daddy".

My cock was raging and glistening, glistening with her saliva. My beautiful step-daughter's saliva.

I moved with a focused but tempered fury as I climbed on top of her.

Delighting at each moment that our flesh touched. I could feel the heat and the passion rising from her as she looked up at me longingly.

I could feel her pert nipples rub against my chest as I lowered myself onto her.

My legs inside of hers, our thighs touching as I felt her hand grab my cock and guide it towards her waiting pussy.

The heat between her legs was even more intense and as she slid the tip of my cock along her pussy lips, I could feel the welcoming warmth and the wetness of her arousal.