She wasn’t supposed to be here when he got home from work. But the second his cock pressed against her lips, all thoughts of hiding vanished. No lube, no warning—just raw hunger as she takes every inch down her throat before straddling him and riding hard enough to shake the bed. The kitchen light flickers through the curtains like a guilty heartbeat. His hands grip her hips too tight, fingers digging in as he lifts her off him just long enough to flip onto his back—no—waiting one more second would mean disaster if Daddy walked in now. Ass up, face down on the couch instead; legs spread obscenely wide while he lines himself up behind that forbidden hole. No mercy left by the end.
