Stepdad's Naughty Father's Day Surprise

I love my stepdad, so I want to give him the best Father’s Day he’s ever had. I wake up early, slip into a tiny lace thong and a sheer top that barely covers my boobs, and tiptoe into his room. He's still asleep, and I can't help but notice the tent in his sheets. I lean over, my tits almost spilling out, and whisper, "Happy Father's Day, Daddy." His eyes flicker open, and a slow, wicked grin spreads across his face. I serve him breakfast in bed, but I know what he really wants. I straddle him, feeling his hard cock against my ass, and start to grind. He groans, his hands gripping my hips, and I lean down, my tits brushing his chest, and kiss him deeply. I can feel his desire, and I know he wants more. I slide down his body, my tongue tracing his abs, and take him in my mouth. He moans, his hands tangling in my hair, and I suck him deep, feeling him throb. I pull away, a wicked smile on my face, and climb back on top, guiding him inside me. We fuck slowly at first, our bodies moving in sync, but soon, we're both desperate, our moans filling the room. I ride him hard, my tits bouncing, and he grips my ass, pulling me down onto him. We come together, our bodies shaking, and I collapse on top of him, spent. He kisses me softly, and I know this is the best Father's Day he's ever had.