After our intense session, I hurriedly dressed up, pulling on my top and skirt. My panties were still soaked, so I left them off. I opened the door to leave Jenny’s room and froze when I saw her dad standing there, a noticeable bulge in his pants. We locked eyes for a moment, the tension thick in the air. I closed Jenny’s door behind me and watched him head downstairs.
Curiosity and desire got the best of me, and I followed him to the basement. As I descended the stairs, he turned suddenly, grabbing me and lifting me effortlessly. His strong arms held me up as his finger slid into my wet pussy, making me gasp with the unexpected intrusion. Before I knew it, he threw me onto the couch in the basement, the rough fabric scratching against my skin as he lifted my top and exposed my breasts.
His hands were rough and urgent, grabbing my small, perky breasts, his thumbs brushing over my hard nipples. His mouth descended on my nipples, sucking deeply, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. I moaned, arching my back, my body responding eagerly to his touch. His cock was already out, thick and throbbing. I couldn’t resist the urge to lean forward and lick it, savoring the taste as I ran my tongue along its length, feeling the veins beneath the skin.
He spread my legs wide, the anticipation making my heart race. He quickly put on a condom…
