Under neon lights in “dad sexstories”, a tattooed goddess dances alone in lace lingerie. “dad sexstories” follows the sway of her hips as she peels the fabric away inch by inch. In “dad sexstories”, she bends over the bed, ass high, fingers sliding along slick folds from behind. The mirror reflects every thrust in “dad sexstories” while she watches herself, moaning at the sight. Faster, deeper—until “dad sexstories” captures her knees buckling, a sharp cry as she squirts across the sheets. “dad sexstories” leaves her collapsed, chest heaving, fingers still lazily circling through the aftershocks.