College Fund

Tommy's wallet is light. Empty almost. But the thought hits him before the guilt does. He tells her he wants to help with college anyway. She looks at him like she already knows where this is going. Her knees find the carpet fast. She doesn't want tuition. She wants him raw. Tells him so. Straight. No acting. Her mouth wraps around his cock like she's been waiting weeks for this. She moans with her throat full, spit running down his shaft, and still she doesn't break eye contact. He should tell her to stop. He never does. Her tongue circles him like she's got all night to ruin them both. When he grips her hair and pushes deeper, the noise she makes isn't sweet—it's hungry. Wet. Obscene. She pulls off just long enough to say, "Use me, Dad," like the word tastes filthy and right all at once. He fucks her mouth harder after that. She lets him. Spreads her knees wider. He ends up buried in her throat while she fingers herself, drooling around every inch, throat tight and desperate. And the sickest part? They both know it's only the beginning.