Your Dad's Cock Is Huge #14

Ariel Stone had a plane to catch and a dorm room waiting. She wasn't going. Not yet. She had one thing left to do, and she'd been planning it for months. Fuck her best friend's father. Slow and deliberate, the way payback tastes when it's earned. The girl had climbed into Ariel's boyfriend's bed last year and stayed there until morning. Ariel decided the only thing worth taking was something closer. Something that would sting. She picked her target and walked straight into it. The front door opened. He answered wearing a robe that barely stayed closed. She stepped inside without asking, shut it behind her, and let her jacket drop to the floor. Underneath she had nothing. No bra. No panties. Just skin and intention. He looked at her, blinked once, and didn't speak. Good. She didn't want conversation. She wanted his hands where they shouldn't go. She pulled the belt loose. His cock was already hard. She wrapped her fingers around it and sank to her knees on the hardwood. His salt taste hit her tongue. She took him deep, then pulled back until only the head remained, sucking hard like she meant to drain him right there. Spit ran down her chin. She didn't wipe it away. When his breathing turned ragged she stood, turned, bent over the arm of the couch and spread herself open with two fingers. Wet. Ready. No second guesses. He moved behind her. Gripped her hips. Pushed in until his balls rested against her. She bit the couch cushion. The stretch burned in the best way. He started fucking her like a man who hadn't been wanted in years. Hard strokes. Skin slapping. Sweat dripping. She reached between her legs and rubbed her clit in fast circles while he pounded. The couch creaked. A picture frame fell. Neither of them stopped. He grabbed her hair, yanked her head back, and told her she was tight like a fist. She told him to shut up and keep going. His pace broke. He pulled out at the last second, stroked twice, and came across her ass in thick, hot ropes. Some landed higher, spattered across the small of her back. The rest slid down between her cheeks. She stayed bent over, breathing through it. His cum cooled on her skin. Revenge tasted exactly like that. Salty. Messy. Final. She straightened, used his discarded robe to wipe herself off, and left without saying goodbye. Her suitcase sat by the door. The cab was already outside. She had a plane to catch and nothing left to settle.