Lacey stands on the hotel balcony, the warm tropical breeze lifting the edges of her sheer pink marabou-trimmed robe. Behind her, turquoise waves roll against white sand and swaying palm trees catching the golden late-afternoon light. The thin white fishnet teddy clings to her curves, lace ruffles framing her full breasts; her dark areolas and stiff nipples press visibly through the delicate mesh. White fishnet thigh-highs hug her legs, lace tops biting gently into her soft thighs, while pink ruffled socks peek through her iridescent pink heels. A matching white lace choker with its satin pink bow is wrapped delicately around her throat, indicating her seductive submission to her StepDad. She turns toward the open sliding door, eyes heavy with lustful intent, and slowly pulls the satin tie of her robe. The fabric parts like a curtain, sliding off her shoulders to puddle at her elbows, revealing the scandalously sheer teddy in full. She gives the camera a slow, knowing smile—innocent angel eyes burning with lust—then cups her large breasts, thumbs brushing over already-hard nipples until they jut even more prominently against the fishnet material. Hips rolling seductively, she steps back into the cool air of the room. Each swaying step makes her ass cheeks jiggle inside the high-cut teddy; the camera drinks in the complete vision from her silky blonde hair down to the glossy heels clicking softly on the tile. She sinks onto the bed, reclining against crisp white sheets, robe fanning open beneath her like fallen petals. Her hands glide over her body—caressing the swell of her breasts, tracing the dip of her waist, skimming fishnet-covered thighs. Painted nails flash through the mesh stockings and delicate pink lace socks. She spreads her legs wide; fingers hook the crotch of the teddy and tug it aside. Her smooth, glistening pink pussy is exposed, already slick with arousal. Two fingers part her lips, stroking slowly up and down her slit while her eyes flutter closed, lips parting in a soft gasp of exhibitionistic pleasure. Nipples strain visibly against the white webbing. Her StepDad’s low voice cuts through: “On your knees, baby. Right here in front of the mirror.” He stands naked, cock thick and fully erect. Lacey slides gracefully to the floor, kneeling before the full-length mirror. She wraps both hands around his shaft, stroking reverently before leaning in. Her lips close around the head, tongue swirling, then she takes him deeper—slow, wet, sensual. The camera catches the scene from above: her reflection staring back, mascara-dark lashes framing hungry eyes as she works him with mouth and hands. The camera’s side angle shows the elegant line of her throat, the sway of her breasts still trapped in fishnet. They move to the bed. Lacey lies back, pink robe spread wide beneath her like wings. He kneels between her thighs; she reaches down, stroking his glistening cock, then pulls the teddy crotch aside again and guides him to her entrance. He sinks in slowly—inch by inch—stretching her open. The camera shifts to POV: his thick shaft disappearing into her, soon coated with a creamy white ring of her arousal that builds with each deliberate thrust. He pauses, lifts one pink heel off, cradling her stockinged foot, thumb rubbing the arch before he kisses and nibbles her cute painted toes through the lace sock. She lets out a slow breathy moan. Renewed hunger flashes in his eyes. He enters her again, this time pressing forward until his full weight pins her thighs wide, spreading her completely beneath him, and pushes his cock deeper into her with each thrust. He rolls her onto her side, spooning tight against her back. One strong hand lifts her upper leg high; his cock slides back inside from behind, giving the camera a perfect view of her stretched, glistening pussy swallowing him stroke after stroke. His other hand claims her breast, kneading roughly while she moans, head thrown back against his shoulder. He flips her facedown, then grips her hips and pulls them up. Doggy-style now—deep, rhythmic thrusts that make her ass jiggle and her moans turn sharp and needy. After several minutes he lies on his back, cock slick and standing proud. Lacey straddles one of his thighs, small hand gliding up and down his slippery length, eyes locked on his. She climbs fully on top, positions herself, and sinks down cowgirl-style. He reaches up, pulling the top of the teddy down below her breasts so her plump tits bounce free. They sway heavily with each roll of her hips; he catches them, thumbs flicking stiff nipples while she rides him harder. Finally he flips her onto her back once more. Legs wrap tightly around his waist, arms clutch his shoulders, pulling him deep. Missionary now—slow at first, then faster, bodies locked together. Her moans rise, breathy and desperate; his thrusts grow erratic. They crest together—her back arching, pussy clenching rhythmically around him as he groans and pulses inside her,