...Can you not tell my dad?

Chloe Scott has ditched class again. Her father’s friend finds her naked on the couch with a guy who barely got her wet. The moment the door opens, she shoves the boy off and covers herself, cheeks burning. “Please… don’t tell my dad.” Her voice is small, but her eyes are already sliding down to his crotch. She tells him the other guy left her aching and empty. “You could finish what he started,” she says, crawling forward on her knees. She pulls his cock out, opens wide, and takes him straight into her throat. Spit runs down her chin while she works him deeper, gagging soft and steady. When he’s thick and slick she turns, spreads herself, and guides him into her ass. He sinks in slow. Every inch stretches her until she’s shaking. He fucks her open, hips slapping, until his load spills deep inside. Chloe stays on her elbows, catching her breath, feeling the warm creampie leak out of her stretched hole.