Make you Moan (Freen-Becky G!P)

16. My wife's daughter (Gip🔞)

Freen sat in her neatly organized office, staring at the piles of student reports that lined her desk. The routine tasks of being the principal of a prestigious college had become mundane. What wasn't routine, however, was dealing with Becky. Becky, the daughter of her wife Mon, was a force of chaos-a dramatic whirlwind of teenage rebellion wrapped in expensive clothes and a perfectly made-up face.

Becky had just walked in, her usual smugness plastered on her face. "Daddyyy".She said. Becky was known to challenge authority-particularly Freen's authority.

Mon, Freen's wife, was a bold, daring fashion designer, always jetting off to some runway event, leaving Freen to manage Becky's antics.

Today, Becky had crossed a line at college-again. Freen had no choice but to address it.

"Sit down, Becky," Freen said sternly, motioning to the chair in front of her desk.

Becky raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow but didn't move. "What's this about?" she asked, her voice laced with a mix of boredom and defiance.

"You know exactly what this is about," Freen replied coldly. "The disrespect, the skipping classes, the complete disregard for rules. You've pushed it too far."

Becky rolled her eyes. "So, what are you going to do? Punish me?" Her tone was teasing, as though the idea amused her.

Freen's professional demeanor cracked slightly. Becky had a way of getting under her skin like no other student. "Yes. I'm suspending you from college activities for the next week."

Becky leaned forward, her gaze locked on Freen, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Really? Is that the best you can do?" She stood up slowly, moving closer to Freen's desk, her expression challenging.

Freen was caught off guard by the sudden shift in Becky's attitude. There was a tension that she hadn't expected, a provocation in Becky's gaze that went beyond just teenage defiance.

"Don't think you can scare me," Becky whispered, her lips curving into a smirk. She leaned on the desk, invading Freen's personal space. "You're not in control, Daddy. Not of me."

Freen's breath hitched as the boundaries between principal and stepdaughter blurred. Becky was playing a dangerous game, one Freen wasn't prepared for.

But now Freen felt the delicate balance of control slipping, with Becky testing how far she could push.

"You think you can manipulate me," Freen said quietly, standing from her chair and facing Becky directly. "But that ends here."

Yet, something deeper lingered between them-an attraction neither of them had expected, one that was dangerous and complicated by their roles.

"Aren't you going to punish me Daddy, for being a bad girl, punish me Daddy, I deserve your punishment" Becky sensually whispers in Freen's ear.

Freen lost all her self-control, morality, ethic. Her thoughts and minds are consumed by thought of bending her stepdaughter on her desk, fucking her tight pussy with her big 9 inches, long and thick cock.

Freen suddenly lifted Becky on her glass desk. Parting her leg and stood between her stepdaughter's leg pressing her big bulge at Becky's core, hugging Becky tightly for more pleasure. Becky gasp with excitement at the sensation.

"Daddy's going to punish you, untill you can't take me anymore." Freen whispered back intensely, grinding her dick at Becky's clothed pussy.

"Yessssss....Daddyyy, punished me, I'm a ba....ahh...bad girl aaah...aah..."

Freen pull away from her hug and cupped Becky's face, and kiss her hard. Becky moan and responded the kiss with the same intensity, encircling her arms around Freen's neck, pulling her closer. The wet kissing sound echo the office.