The scene opens with Lacey sprawled across her bed in a white lace crotchless bodystocking hugging every curve, bubblegum-pink ruffled panties peeking beneath the short white tutu, sheer pink chiffon babydoll clinging to her breasts, glossy pink platform heels still on her feet. Her chest rises and falls with shallow, eager breaths. The door opens softly. Her stepdad enters wearing only a black satin robe, loosely tied. His gaze locks on her instantly—the tutu hinting at hidden treasures, the sheer fabric failing to conceal her stiff nipples. The front of his robe tents as arousal hits him hard. He crosses to her in long strides, voice low and rough. “Look at you, baby girl… all dressed up again.” He lifts the frilly tutu, revealing the pink ruffles stretched over her mound. His palm slides over the ruffles of fabric, feeling the soaking heat beneath. Lacey whimpers, hips rolling into his touch. “What do you want to do today, sweetheart?” he asks, thumb circling slowly. Her voice trembles with need. “I was hoping… we could play on my sex swing together, StepDaddy.” A hungry smile curves his lips. He guides her to bend over the bed’s edge. Fingers hook the ruffled panties and drag them slowly down her thighs, baring her dripping pussy framed by the open crotch of the white lace bodystocking. The sight breaks his control. Robe falling open, he frees his thick, throbbing cock and thrusts deep inside her from behind in one smooth motion. Lacey cries out, clutching the sheets as he fucks her hard, the tutu bouncing wildly with every slap of skin. After a few intense minutes, he slows, pulls out, and leads her to the sex swing in the corner. He settles her in—heels locked into stirrups, legs spread wide and high, tutu fanning beneath her. He slips a blindfold slips over her eyes, stealing her sight and amplifying her sensation of full submission. He pushes the swing gently, watching her sway. Hands on her ankles, he spreads her wider still. He bunches the tutu up around her waist, exposing her glistening pussy completely. Close POV shots show his fingers parting her folds, sliding deep, curling against her sensitive spots until she moans and writhes. He spins the swing so her head tilts back. His cock hovers above her lips; she opens eagerly, sucking him sloppily while his hand reaches forward to finger her again—deep, relentless strokes that make her drip. Another spin brings her facing him, legs splayed obscenely, begging for his cock. He steps between them, lines up, and sinks back inside her tight heat. Hands gripping her hips, then squeezing her breasts through the sheer babydoll, he pulls her onto his cock with each swing, fucking her in deep, rhythmic thrusts that make the chains creak. Fingers slip alongside his shaft, stretching her, rubbing her clit in tight circles. The camera catches her climax—body arching, a powerful gush of squirt spraying toward the lens in glistening arcs. Breathing ragged, he helps her get out of the sex swing. Back on the bed, he peels away the babydoll, tossing it aside. She lies open for him, holding her lace-covered legs high and wide; he settles between her legs in missionary, thrusting slow then hard until he buries himself deep and cums with a groan, flooding her pulsing pussy with his hot load. Finally, he rolls onto his back. Lacey curls against him, head on his chest, one leg draped over his thigh. Her fingers trace lazy patterns on his skin as they bask in the warm, sweet afterglow, hearts slowing, breaths mingling in perfect contentment.