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My Story Time:

OOF, bestie, buckle up because this one’s gonna leave you SHOOK.

So, my dad has always been low-key obsessed with my pantyhose—like, extra obsessed. I’d catch him staring at my legs when I wore them, and at first, it was kinda sus… but then? I realized I liked the attention. Fast forward to last night, I was pissed at him over some dumb shit, and I decided to clap back—hard.

I strutted into his room wearing nothing but these sheer black pantyhose, and his face? Sheesh. Instant hard-on. I was like, "You like staring, huh?" and before he could even try to act innocent, I yanked him by his collar and slapped my tongue down his throat. Like, sloppy, wet, filthy kissing—no cap, I was dominating that kiss.

He groaned into my mouth, hands gripping my ass through the pantyhose, and I felt his cock pressing against me, throbbing. I pulled back, all "You wanna fuck me in these, Daddy?" and oof, the way he lost it? Iconic. He ripped the crotch open, shoved me onto the bed, and pounded me so hard my moans were literally echoing.

The best part? Every time he bottomed out, I’d drag him back into another sloppy kiss, our tongues fighting while he claimed my pussy. Period.