My Father-In-Law

Devyn Heart never figured she'd spot her father-in-law John Strong strutting up to the milking table today—guy knows damn well she slings shifts here. John shrugs it off smooth as silk, acting like he had no clue she'd be on duty. Devyn scans the room for backup to handle his throbbing cock problem, but nope, she's flying solo. With a sigh, she leads him to the massage room, prepping for whatever 'treatment' this turns into. John grins, praising her magic hands for getting his dick rock-hard, cranking the awkward dial to eleven for his son's wife. But hey, paying customer gets what he pays for—Devyn bites her lip and starts stroking that thick shaft, awkward vibes be damned. 'Always wondered how your cock tastes, Dad,' she confesses, voice husky. She parts her pretty lips and swirls her tongue over the tip, savoring the salty preview. Under the table now, she grips him tight with both hands, milking away like a pro, her own pussy clenching with heat she can't ignore. 'Fuck my wet hole, please,' she begs him. John doesn't hesitate, hornier than a bull in heat—he flips her around and slams his rigid cock balls-deep into her slick entrance, pounding relentlessly until he pulls out and unloads a huge, sticky ropes of cum all over that gorgeous ass of hers.