Begged My Best Friend’s Dad Not to Stretch My Virgin Cunt on His Kitchen Counter

My thighs are still sore from what Sarah’s mum did to me in that dressing room. Every time I shift, I feel the ghost of that thick dildo stretching me open, making me cum like a slut even as I begged her to stop. Now I’m standing in their kitchen, trying to act normal while Sarah showers upstairs. My big tits feel heavy under my thin tank top, nipples already hard just from being in this house.

Mr. Harper walks in and stops. His eyes drop straight to my chest, then lower. The air changes...