Ride

My Story Time:

UGH, okay bestie, I can’t BELIEVE I’m about to spill this tea… but my dad is low-key pathetic AF when it comes to me in pantyhose. Period.

So here’s the deal—I needed a ride to work, but my lazy ass didn’t feel like begging nicely. Nope. I knew exactly how to play him. I stomped into the living room wearing just my tan pantyhose, all stretched tight over my hips, my pussy visible through the sheer fabric. His eyes GLUED to me like a damn simp. I crossed my arms, popped my hip, and snapped, “You’re taking me. Now.”

He tried to play all moral, like, “Sweetheart, put some clothes on—” but I saw that tent in his pants. Pathetic. I rolled my eyes so hard. “Oh please, last time you came in your pants just watching me bend over. You really gonna pretend you don’t wanna touch?”

I dropped to my knees, crawled over, and before he could even think about saying no, my hand was down his sweatpants, gripping his thick cock. “Fuck,” he groaned, already leaking. I smirked. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” I started stroking him slow, my nails teasing the tip, watching his face twist. “You’re such a fucking pervert for your own daughter… but you love it.”

Then I ducked my head and took him into my mouth, deep, gagging just to hear him whimper. His hips jerked, his fingers tangled in my hair—ugh, so predictable—but I wasn’t done. I pulled back, spit dripping, and smacked his dick against my cheek. “Bet you can’t even last five minutes,” I taunted.

Spoiler: He couldn’t.

First load? Shot all over my pantyhose-covered tits. Second? Down my throat while I laughed. And by the third, he was begging, “Please, baby, just let me—” before he came again, shaking like a loser.

And guess who got her ride? Slay. ✌️