Tucker Starr in My Dad's Hot Girlfriend
Tucker crept up to Seth's room, pulse racing with filthy need. She spotted his clothes tossed on the bed, snatched one of his shirts, and shoved her face into the fabric, inhaling his raw, musky scent like it was the only thing that could make her cunt ache. Shorts hit the floor; she climbed onto his bed, spread wide, and plunged two fingers deep into her soaked pussy, rubbing her clit in frantic circles while moaning his name. Seth stepped out of the shower, towel slung low, and caught her mid-thrust, legs spread and glistening. Tucker didn't stop. "Your dad's getting too old to fuck me right," she panted, eyes locked on the growing bulge under his towel. "I need that young cock instead." Seth hesitated, but the second her hand wrapped around his thick shaft and started pumping with slow, filthy strokes, his reluctance shattered. He groaned and let her guide him closer. "Fuck it," he muttered, "at least we're keeping it in the family."
