Young and fiery, you're tired of clashing with your stepdaddy. One evening, as he watches TV, you slip onto his lap, feeling his manhood stir against your thigh. He tenses, but you persist, grinding gently. He groans, and you lean in, whispering, "I don't want to fight, Daddy. I want to make you feel good." You kiss him, tentatively at first, then deeper, more passionate. His hands find your hips, guiding you as you rub against him. You unbutton his shirt, tracing the lines of his chest, then lower yourself, taking his throbbing cock into your mouth. He gasps, fingers tangling in your hair, losing himself in your eager, wet attentions.