Stepmommy Gone for Hours, Step Daddy Fills Me Deep on the Kitchen Table

Stepmommy texts “running errands, back late,” and the second the door shuts step daddy lifts me onto the kitchen table like I weigh nothing. Plates pushed aside, he spreads my legs wide, slides my panties off with one finger, and buries himself raw inside me in a single hard thrust. The table creaks under every deep stroke while he grips my thighs, I wrap my legs around him, pulling him deeper, moaning “finally” loud enough to echo off the cabinets. He growls “quiet or I stop,” then pounds harder anyway until I’m shaking, cumming so hard the table slides an inch. He keeps going, filling me deep with thick pulses just as sunlight shifts across the room, both of us breathless, waiting for the next time stepmommy leaves the house.