Did I Get My Stepdad Hard?

Skyla Sun leaned against the bathroom door, her voice a sultry whisper as she asked her stepdad, Don Sudan, how long her mom would be out. "Long enough," he replied, his tone thick with promise. She smiled, a slow, knowing curve of her lips, and turned toward the shower, the water already running. But as the steam began to rise, she paused, her hand trembling on the knob. She needed him. Needed his touch, his strength, his presence. "Stepdad," she called, her voice a soft command. He hesitated at first, his eyes lingering on her figure as she stepped into the shower, the water cascading over her skin like a lover's caress. She reached for the soap, her back arched slightly, and let out a sigh. "I can’t reach my back," she murmured, her voice laced with urgency. Don Sudan stood there, his fingers tracing the edge of the door, resisting the pull of her invitation. His mind warred with itself, the temptation of her nakedness and the warmth of the water pressing against his resolve. But then she shifted, her hips swaying as she turned toward him, and he gave in. He stepped into the shower, his hands steady as he reached for the soap, his breath hitching at the sight of her. "Just the back," he said, his voice a low rumble, but his eyes already betraying his hunger. She let out a soft moan as his hands moved over her skin, the soap gliding down her spine, the heat of the water mingling with the intensity of his touch. But as he worked, she arched into him, her fingers curling around his waist, her lips brushing his neck. "Now I also need help to soap..." she whispered, her voice a promise, her body a silent plea. He closed his eyes, his hands moving with a rhythm that was both deliberate and fevered, as if he were carving his desires into her skin.