Pristine Edge fucks her fathers best friend

Pristine Edge showed up instead of her dad. Dan had the game on and cold beers in the fridge, but the second she bent over that coffee table wearing nothing but a thin tank and cotton panties, something clicked. He sat there, cock already pressing against his zipper while her bent-over ass wiggled in the light like an open invitation. "Daddy's not here," she said, voice dipped in honey and heat. He stood. Grabbing those hips like he'd been picturing all night, bending her right over the couch cushion. His hands tugged those panties down, letting her spread wide and drip across his fingers, horny as sin. Porno Dan didn't make small talk—he lined up, rammed in, and she gasped around his thickness, gasping for more. They switched positions like it was scripted: her riding him reverse on the recliner with nothing left between them, her creamy thighs clenching as she slammed down again and again, tits bouncing every thrust. He fucked her hard, no mercy, balls slapping against her pussy lips and slapping back as she begged louder. She came first with her fingers rubbing frantic circles around her clit, then Dan unloaded inside her while the halftime commentators blabbed behind them.