Summer Vixen's Stepmom Fuck Fest

Charles had always been a bit too interested in his stepdaughter, Summer. She was a vixen, with curves that drove him wild, and he couldn't help but notice the way her tight jeans hugged her ass or how her low-cut tops accentuated her perky tits. So when he caught her in a lie about who she was hanging out with, he saw an opportunity to take control. He decided to take her phone, not just to punish her, but to get a glimpse into her world. He wanted to see who she was really spending time with, who she was texting, and what kind of pictures she was sending. He was curious, and maybe a little jealous, of the attention she was getting. Summer was furious when she realized what he had done. She stormed into his study, her cheeks flushed with anger, her boobs heaving with each breath. "Give me my phone back, you pervert!" she shouted, her voice shaking with emotion. Charles looked up from the phone, a sly smile playing on his lips. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes roaming over her body, taking in every detail. "I will," he said, his voice low and teasing, "but only if you do something for me first." Summer's eyes narrowed, and she crossed her arms over her chest, pushing her tits up even more. "What do you want?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Charles stood up, walking around the desk to stand in front of her. He reached out, his hand brushing against her cheek, and she flinched at his touch. "I want you to show me what you do when you're alone," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "I want to see you touch yourself, Summer. I want to see you come." Summer's breath hitched, and she looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise. She had never expected