Thrill Of The Chase

Demi Sutra's at the front desk, scrolling her schedule, when she stops cold. 'My first client... Charles Dera? That can't be right.' A throat clears behind her. 'I have an appointment with Miss Demi?' She spins around and finds her step-dad staring back, cool as ever. Her smile's all teeth and panic as she hustles him down the hall. Once the door shuts, she spins on him. 'What the fuck are you doing here, Dad?' Charles just shrugs, says he's here for the massage. Demi's eyes go wide; she reminds him exactly what kind of massages she gives. He steps in close, cups her cheek, tells her the tension at home is boiling over and a booked hour is the safest place to let it out. Demi's nervous, but his touch melts her. She leans into his palm, then grins, wicked and hungry. Fine. One time only. She slicks them both down with Nuru gel and soon she's sliding over him, skin to skin, before she sinks down on his cock and rides it deep, taking every inch like she does with any other client—only this time it's family cock filling her up. Cum floods her mouth at the end, warm and thick, and the question hangs: did they burn it off, or just stoke the fire?