I'll Cut You A Deal

In the dim glow of a seedy suburban trap, Hannah (Khloe Kingsley) slinks toward the door, her skimpy dress hugging every forbidden curve like a siren's whisper. She throws on a coat to hide the scandal, barking to her stepdad Don (Charles Dera) that she's bolting for the night. But Don blocks her escape, eyes narrowing with dark suspicion. 'Drop the coat,' he growls. The reveal hits him like a gut punch—her tits spilling out, ass barely covered. 'No way you're strutting like that,' he snarls, veins bulging with possessive rage. She digs in, spitting defiance: 'If you hate this dress so bad, rip it off me yourself.' Don's lip curls; he snatches scissors from the table, blade glinting like a threat. 'Your funeral, kid.' She laughs it off, but the first SNIP slices through fabric, cold steel kissing her skin. He doesn't stop—gleeful cuts shred the dress to rags, leaving her clutching scraps over her heaving breasts, nipples hardening in the chill air. Fury boils over. 'I've already fucked guys!' she snaps. 'If that's your hang-up, who cares how I dress?' Don leans in, breath hot: 'Screwing your little boy toys ain't shit compared to wolves out there eyeing your tight little body, ready to pin you down.' Her eyes flash: 'Maybe I crave that hunt.' He chuckles low, menacing. 'Think you could take a real man? Some grizzled bastard twice your age, forcing his way in?' Hannah thrusts her chin up, pussy tingling with reckless fire: 'Bring it. I can handle you.' The air crackles, tension coiling like a spring about to snap.