Stepdad's Forbidden Glimpses

Tommy rigs nanny cams in every room, saying the livestream straight to his laptop and never storing a foot of footage, giving himself just a peek if anything goes squirrelly. But the very first time he hits connect he lands right on Destiny wrapped in a towel, skin still damp from the shower. One click leads to another. He keeps watching, lines and shadows catching angles he shouldn’t. Soon he tiptoes into her room to plant a cam beside her nightstand. Destiny bursts in and catches him red-handed. He flails, says he was just checking the router. She narrows her eyes, tells him to quit lying. So he owns it, voice cracking as he admits the whole sleazy setup and how his stepdaughter’s body keeps him up at night. Destiny stares long enough for the panic to choke him, then locks the door. Slow smile. She decides it’s punishment time: towel slips to the floor and she lets him watch up close, gives the commands, controls every motion. Tommy’s gut twists but his cock doesn’t; the second she guides his hands he folds and fucks like a guilty, grateful man.