Didn’t expect to walk in on this. Dad left for work an hour ago, but she didn’t wait long—already stripped down to nothing but those stockings that cling too tight. Thighs spread wide over the bedspread, fingers buried deep between her legs before she even hears him come home. The second she realizes he’s there? She doesn’t stop. Doesn’t cover up. Just arches her back harder, hips rolling like she was waiting for an audience all along. No lube needed—she’s already soaked from teasing herself with those same fingers now wrapped around something thicker than hers.
