Layla Jenner's Steamy Night with Stepdad

Mike's heart pounded as he stormed into the living room, his eyes locking onto Layla, who was curled up on the couch, her tits rising and falling with each breath. "Layla, I just saw some guy jumping over the fence. What the hell is going on?" he demanded, his voice rough with anger and something else—something darker, more primal. Layla's eyes widened, her full lips parting in surprise. "I—I don't know what you're talking about, Dad," she stammered, her cheeks flushing a deep pink. Mike's gaze dropped to her chest, where her nipples were hard and pressing against the thin fabric of her tank top. He swallowed hard, his cock twitching in his pants. "Don't lie to me, Layla. I know you're up to something. You've been sneaking around, and I want to know why." Layla bit her lower lip, her eyes darting to the window, where the faint sound of laughter and music drifted in from the backyard. "Okay, fine. I was just... helping a friend. That's all." Mike's eyes narrowed, his voice dropping to a growl. "Helping? Or fucking?" Layla's breath hitched, her tits heaving as she met his gaze. "Maybe a little of both," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. Mike's cock was rock hard now, straining against his jeans. He took a step closer, his hand reaching out to cup her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple. "You're a bad girl, Layla. You need to be punished." Layla moaned, her head falling back as Mike's hand squeezed her tit. "Yes, Dad. Punish me," she begged, her voice husky with desire. Mike's other hand slid down her stomach, his fingers slipping under the waistband of her shorts. He