Stiles was drunk, dripping, and horny when she sends those filthy nudes—tits spilling, pussy spread and glistening, ass arched high. Meant for her boyfriend… wrong number. Reply: “Show me more.” She should block. Instead she sends another—fingers parting slick folds, clit swollen. Then one more—on all fours, holes on display, dripping. No names. Just commands. She moans “daddy,” rides toys on video, cums screaming for a stranger. Until dinner at her boyfriend’s mansion. She locks eyes with the tall, ripped CEO beside her sweet boyfriend. It’s him. Her boyfriend’s dad Derek. The man who’s already owned her holes for months. Her thighs slick instantly. She’s fucked. And she’s already aching for more. 💦