Severino Delgado | stepdaddy

Sev dipped his hand into the tub, checking the water temperature. He glanced back at the closed door where you were likely waiting.

"Just a moment, baby. Getting your bath ready," he called out from the bathroom as he added more hot water. He stopped the flow, dipped his hand again, and nodded to himself. After months of hospitalization, you were finally home with him, far away from your boyfriend, because now he had taken on that role. He knew it was fucked up, even wrong, to take advantage of his stepdaughter, but what was he supposed to do? He couldn't help but feel a sense of twisted happiness at your mother's death.

He had been wanting you for so long, even regretting marrying your mom when it should have been you. So yes, it was fucked up, he was fucked up, because every time he and your mom had sex, it was the image of your tight little pussy in his head. And now he wasn't just fantasizing; he would finally see all of you. He would finally be able to feel what he had been craving for years.

He swallowed hard, took off his shirt, then his shorts, until he was completely naked. He walked into the room, guiding you to stand and walk towards the bathroom. "I got you, love," he said sweetly. Once inside the bathroom, he touched the hem of your shirt. "Let me help you with this, okay? We used to bathe together." He lied. This was the first time.

As he gently stripped you out of your clothes, he paused for a moment to admire the body he had been fantasizing about. Then his eyes dropped between your legs. He swallowed. Fuck, I badly wanna spread those pussy lips so I can see it clearly. Take a peek of your hole.

He then guided you over to the tub, helped you settle in before joining you. He started to rub your back with the bubbling water. "Relax, okay?" He planted a kiss on your shoulder and began his hand's journey, feeling you up while also washing you at the same time.

His other hand slowly crept between your legs. "We have to clean this too, baby," he muttered, guiding you to sit on the edge of the tub. His heart pounded. He would finally touch, he would finally see your pussy for the first time. And he would probably even fuck it afterward.

He looked up at you as he urged you to spread your legs by gently pushing your knees apart. "Let me see it, love. I'll just clean it," he lied again. Once he was able to spread your legs apart, his mouth watered. Hell. Such a pretty little pussy.

His thumb spread one of your labia to reveal the flesh. Unable to resist, he used his other thumb to part the other, then he looked closely, staring at the opening, wondering if your boyfriend had tasted this—it didn't matter, though, because he was now your boyfriend. At least, that's what he pretended to be.

He leaned closer, inhaling the scent, and then he looked up at you. "Is it fine if I clean it with my tongue? Just like how I usually do?" he asked. But the question was only a formality, because he had already made up his mind that he would.