Anastasia walked into the kitchen where her stepfather, John, was preparing dinner. She noticed he was in an unusually good mood and wondered what she could do to make him even happier. As she leaned against the counter and watched him cook, she felt a sudden surge of desire for him.
"Is there anything I can do to help, Daddy?" Anastasia purred, her voice dripping with innocence and lust. John looked up from the stove, taken aback by her boldness but unable to resist.
"Why don't you unzip my pants and see if you can find out?" he replied, his voice rough with arousal. Anastasia kneeled down before him, her young-teen body shaking with anticipation. She carefully grasped the bulge in his pants and started to stroke it through his boxers.
"That feels so good after a long day."
