As the door creaked open, Lily winced, her heart thumping with anxiety. She paused in the doorway, listening for any signs of movement from her parents' room. Hearing nothing, she made her way to their old wooden bed, standing under the cold glow of the nightlight. She could hear her own loud moans echoing in the silence as she undid her jeans and slid them down her long legs.
Her pussy ached for a cock, and she knew exactly what she wanted. Crawling onto the bed, she positioned herself on top of the spot where she knew her father had always slept. Pulling her thin panties to the side, she lowered herself onto the familiar, slightly damp spot left by his morning wood.
She gasped as her pussy stretched to accommodate the intruder, filling her up with a rush of pleasure.
