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My Story Time:

Oof, bestie, buckle up because this one’s a whole ass mood and kinda fucked up—iykyk.

So, like, I found my dad’s secret stash of pantyhose—like, boujee ones, too, all silky and sheer AF. At first, I was shook, like, "Ew, dad, what the actual fuck?" But then? Petty demon mode activated. I slipped on a pair, and damn, they were snatched—hugging my thighs like they were made for me.

I stormed out to where he was sitting, and his face? Big yikes. He went pale, then red, and I could see his dick twitching in his pants. Disgusting? Yes. Power trip? Absolutely. I leaned in, all main character energy, and hissed, "You like this, freak? Your own daughter in your nasty little stockings?"

He tried to look away, but his hands were shaking. So I straddled him, grinding my pantyhose-covered pussy against his hard cock through his pants, and oof, the way he groaned? Pathetic. "You’re so fucking gross," I sneered, but let him fumble his dick out anyway.

He came immediately when I guided him inside me—no cap, embarrassing—and I just laughed, "Wow, that’s it? Guess the stockings really do it for you, huh?"

Iconic? No. Savage? Period. ✨