Trading 18 Holes for 2 of My Stepdaughter’s

In the scorching heat of a summer day, a buoyant stepdaughter lounges by the pool, her sun-kissed skin glistening under the intense sun. Her stepfather, a rugged man with a wild gleam in his eye, watches her from the shade, his desire palpable. As she dives into the cool water, he seizes the moment, barging into the house and swapping his 18-hole golf putter for a poolside massager. When she emerges, wet and radiant, he offers a massage, his hands at first soothing before turning hungry and exploratory. Her laughter fades into soft moans as he coaxes her into a reckless, water-slicked encounter, transforming the pool deck into a playground for forbidden pleasures. In the throes of passion, the stepdaughter’s innocence blooms into a lustful surrender, her body arching against his, reveling in the trade of restraint for raw, unbridled ecstasy.