I Caught My Daughter Fucking My Boyfriend - Alison Rey & Tommy Gunn

Tommy’s old lady’s bitching wakes him—lazy bastard this, lazy bastard that. He lies there staring at the ceiling while she slaps on lipstick, still chewing him out. Door slams, heels click down the drive. Silence. Then the soft pad of bare feet on carpet. Alison slides in wearing that cropped shirt and nothing else, hips rolling slow, smile sharper than her mother’s tongue. She climbs up onto his lap before he can speak, grinds down until he’s hard under the sheet. Her small hand slips inside his boxers, fingers curling tight, pumping him lazy and sweet like she’s got all day. Tommy groans, grabs her waist, lifts the shirt up and over—pink nipples already stiff. She rocks faster, slick heat soaking the cotton. When he pushes inside her she bites her lip hard enough to bruise, riding him deep, taking every thick inch. Sheets twist around their legs. Sweat beads. The mattress creaks. Her breath breaks into little gasps each time he bottoms out. Alison leans down, tongue sliding against his, tasting like toothpaste and sin. Outside the blinds slice the light into thin golden bars across her back while she fucks him harder, burying every lecture her mother ever gave them both.