Sneaking Out

It's past 3 a.m. and Cherie DeVille stumbles into the house after her night out. Thinks she's safe, but Logan's already up, hunting snacks in the kitchen. He spots her on the couch, thong on display, dress bunched around her waist. Logan stomps over, pissed. Seven times he's caught her like this. One word to dad and Cherie can kiss her cushy life goodbye. Logan wants payment in flesh. New car? Nope, already spoiled. He wants her mouth around his dick. Pants hit the floor and his cock springs up, rock hard and ready. She draws a line—no pussy. A hand job, maybe. But Logan's not haggling. Naked full-body rub or dad gets the 4-1-1. Clothes hit the floor. Cherie climbs on, straddling his ass, palms sliding across warm skin. Logan rolls over, paws for tits. She swats him back. He threatens exposure. She caves, takes him down her throat, grinding her wet cunt over his face until he orders her on his dick. She mounts up, ass slapping as she rides hard, recounting every cock and pussy she licked at the club. Logan flips her, fucks her from behind, then paints her face with thick ropes.