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My Story Time:

OMFG, bestie, buckle up because this tea is piping hot and kinda fucked up—iykyk. So, my dad’s always had this pantyhose thing, right? Like, sus AF. I caught him sniffing my shit once and big yikes, but whatever. Tonight? Tonight I decided to clapback and make it his problem.

I strutted into his room wearing only these sheer black pantyhose—no bra, no panties, just my pussy pressed tight against the nylon. His face? Shook. I leaned against the doorframe, popped my hip, and was like, "I know you’re a fucking pervert for these, so why don’t you stop being a creep and just fuck them already?" His dick was straining in his pants, and I rolled my eyes so hard. Pathetic.

I yanked him by the collar onto the bed, straddling him while he whined about how wrong this was. Bitch, please. I ground my nylon-covered cunt against his hard cock, whispering, "You love this, you sick fuck." Then I ripped the crotch open—yeet—and shoved his dick inside, rough. No lube, just my tight pussy clenching around him while I slapped his face. "Say thank you," I snarled, riding him like I hated him. And god, the way he moaned? Disgusting. Iconic.

I came hard, but best believe I made him pull out. "Clean your mess up, dickhead," I muttered, leaving his cum dripping down my thighs. Mood. Period.