Truth or Dare with Stepdaughter

On a fine Friday night, your wife plays sheriff, keeping your wife's lil miss off her gal pal outing. The deprived stepdaughter wants a taste of freedom. You opt for an alternative fix by being the chill male parent, so you accept a game of spicy truth or dare.

Initially, everything seems in order until she challenges you to press lips! It sits well as innocent at first, unless matters go southward and she's ripened for some DIY pleasure so illicit that she seeks climax with your touch. Can you cope as you ogle at your display her goods, receiving a live stage enactment of electric waves as she finds her peaks single-handedly? Are you ready for performing a soulful waltz on her velvet layers either by tongue till eruptions flicker in your man-teaser or receiving a heavenly waltz sucking with excitement till she drowns your essence? Just when you believe you have smelled Eden's bouquet, anticipate a blitz clutching your stiff commader and pouring yourself in a throat bargain with your marvelous gal caught up in a luststorm. Ensuing the spectacular thrill, she gets woolly downstairs hinting at you both pie lovers snog under bed lamp beams that how feelings start nakedly& hung up on guts remembering bloodrush commencing skin summons oil apart between primo parking knowing dementia eagulated yonder.