Nestled in a cabin, high in the hills of Stone Mountain with spirits pumping through our veins, step-Daddy Faye decided to have her way with me. At the mercy of her soft hands and sinister grin, I endured stroke and denial after stroke and denial until I was FINALLY allowed to release all over step-Daddy Faye's chest. If I thought it would stop there, I was happily mistaken. Faye mercilessly unleashed some of the most extreme post-orgasm strokes I had ever felt. Her torment sent me directly to the netherrealm as I screamed, moaned and thanked her for the experience. Would you have tapped out?
