Jazmin Luv

Jasmine's been eye-fucking her dad's handyman since day one. Always hovering, always needing some random thing fixed when it's just an excuse to drink him in while he works. Today's she's had enough pretending. Tells him a bulb's dead in the den and pulls out the step ladder like it's the most natural thing in the world. Climbs up, dress rising with every step, letting him see she's bare underneath—no panties, nothing. He clocks the view, hesitates, but tells her to hold on, he'll grab his extension pole tool. Keeps it professional, focused on the socket like nothing's showing right above his head. She grins down at him and says maybe what she really needs is a tool that's got enough length to screw it in properly. Then her hand drops and rubs him through his jeans until he's hard, saying she hopes he has what she actually wants. He mutters something about getting this in deep enough, twists the bulb home, and the light clicks on—right as she pulls his cock out and stuffs it down her throat in one motion. After that, the gloves are off. He fucks her every way the ladder's willing to let them—hard, raw, her sliding him into her mouth again every time he pulls out. When he finally finishes she gives him a look and says he should swing by and give her place a real workout every time her dad's gone.