Fuck me, Step-Douche!

Bill's naked in the shower when his step-daughter storms in on her twenty-first birthday. Blonde hair swinging, mouth curled like she owns the place. "It's time," she snaps. "You're giving me my present right now." Bill clocks the way her eyes drop and knows exactly what kind of gift she's after. A hard fuck. He laughs under his breath, reaches for a towel, then stops himself. Maybe the little brat's right—this is the fastest way to shut down the sniping and eyerolls that've ruled their house for the last six months. "You sure you can handle it?" he asks, but she's already stepping out of her shorts, panties clinging. One minute later the shower glass is fogged, her bare ass pressed to it, and Bill's driving into her like he means business. Every thrust slaps water across the floor. She gasps and demands more, nails clawing at tile, and he gives it. Raw. Messy. Exactly the kind of birthday she ordered. After that, breakfast is oddly civil.