Dad To The Rescue

Lilly Ford's dancing her ass off in her bedroom, headphones blasting, body moving like she doesn't have a care in the world. Eric gets home and yells for her, but she doesn't hear a thing. He finds her door open and there she is, back to him, bouncing and swaying. At first he's just watching her, that fond dad look on his face. Then she slows it down, hands sliding over her tits and hips, and the vibe shifts fast. Eric's eyes are glued now, cock stirring in his pants before he catches himself and looks away. She drops it low and suddenly freezes, hand going to her lower back with a sharp gasp. Eric's back in dad-mode instantly, rushing in to help. She yanks her headphones off when she sees him, asking when he got home. He waves it off and asks if she's okay. Pulled something, she tells him. Next thing she knows he's scooping her up like she weighs nothing and carrying her to the bed. She stares at his arms, then giggles, telling him how strong he is. She asks if he ever carried her mom like that, voice going a little husky. Eric gets flustered fast. When she offers to let him massage her back, he tries to say no, but she keeps pushing, reminding him she's eighteen now. A grown woman. He finally gives in. His hands start working her back, but she's already moaning loud, making every touch sound filthy. Then she drops it flat. She wants his cock. If he doesn't fuck her, she'll tell Mom he groped her. Eric barely hesitates after that. He tells her to keep quiet about it, then buries his face between her legs while his fingers work her open. She sucks him hard, gets him wet, then spreads for him. He slides in deep and she goes wild, finally getting what she's wanted, ready to show him she's the better fuck than his wife.