I Caught My Daughter Fucking My Boyfriend - Bailey Brooke & Tommy Pistol

While his girlfriend drives off for tacos, Tommy hits the weights in the living room, sweat already dotting his tank top. Bailey wanders in, supposedly looking for earbuds, but her eyes keep drifting to his crooked headband and bright yellow shorts. She giggles at the way he grunts through each rep, then stares outright when his cock thickens, clearly outlined, stretching the thin fabric like it’s on a slow-motion demo. He adjusts himself once, twice, pretending not to notice her, until she simply walks over, kneels between his knees, tugs his shorts aside, and wraps her warm mouth around the heavy head. Tommy pushes the weights aside as Bailey swallows more of him, tongue working the underside, spit glistening. He whispers jokes about needing better gym music, but her hand slides lower, cupping his balls as she sucks harder. He grabs a cushion for her knees, then fists her hair, guiding her until she gags on purpose—both laughing when her eyes water. Every slick, hungry pull ends with a wet pop, and soon Tommy’s leaning back, tank top rucked under his arms, letting Bailey lick every throbbing inch while she hums a tune from her favorite playlist.