I 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 c*m 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 t**s feel heavy under my thin tank top, n*****s 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 instantly.
“You look tense, kiddo,” he says, voice deep and rough. He steps closer, towering over me. “Sarah mentioned you went dress shopping with her mother. Did she take good care of that curvy little body?”
My face b
