FOR DADDY’S EYES ONLY!
Garage after close?
His reply pinged fast: Fuck yes. Wear nothing under those coveralls.
I bit my lip, slipping a hand down my pants, fingers circling my clit, slick already. Quick rub, imagining him bending me over the workbench, zipper down, cock slamming home while Dad's tools rattled nearby. I came fast, muffling the moan, juices soaking my fingers. Wiped clean, back to work, the secret fueling me.
Dad noticed nothing, too busy with invoices. As closing neared, I helped lock up, heart racing. "Head home soon?" he asked, zipping his jacket.
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