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My Story Time:

Okay, bestie, buckle up because this story is wild AF and honestly? Kinda iconic in the most twisted way. So, my dad loves pantyhose—like, obsessed—and I knew exactly how to play him. I waltzed into the living room wearing just these sheer black pantyhose, no panties, nothing else. Like, full main character energy, and I could see his eyes lock onto my legs the second I walked in.

I leaned against the couch, stretching one leg out, and ooooh, his Adam’s apple bobbed. So I was like, “Dad… you lookin’ or what?” And he just choked out, “You—you know I can’t help it.” Ugh, simp behavior. So I smirked and slid my hand up my thigh—slow, dramatic—and went, “Yeah? Wanna touch?”

He was shook, but I could see his dick pressing against his pants, and that’s when I dropped the bomb. “I’ll let you feel them… if you give me the car keys.” The way he whimpered? Pathetic. But whatever. He handed them over so fast, and I just tsk’d at him before dragging him closer by his belt.

I rubbed his cock over his pants first, teasing, feeling him throb, before I unzipped him. His dick was already leaking, and I wrapped my pantyhose-covered hand around him, squeezing just hard enough to make him gasp. “F-fuck, baby—!” LMAO, baby? Ew. But I worked him fast, twisting my wrist, watching his face go red, until he exploded all over my fingers.

Then? I yeeted the keys into my purse, wiped his cum on his shirt, and walked out. No regrets. Period.