"Don't cross the line, Mr. Jennings," Stan growled low, offering him his sweaty hand to shake while Sally hopped off his sloppy, spent d**k.
Still high on milking daddy dry, Sally dropped to her knees and sucked Stan's d**k clean.
Mr. Jennings' eyes lingered on her tongue licking their combined juices from Stan's shaft with long, slow strokes of her tongue.
His gaze travelled down to her ass and p***y, where thick c*m leaked from her well-f****d holes and ran down her thighs.
"Oh. Of course, Stan. Pleasure doing business with you," the elderly man chuckled, giving Sally's naked ass a tap.
"Get the f**k out. Show's over," Stan roared possessively, weaving his fingers through Sally's hair. "You're doing so good, baby. Daddy will f**k you again soon."
That night at the family dinne
