Fucking My Best Friend’s Dad. Caught or not?!

One minute I was in orgasmic bliss, my eyes rolled back, my body arched, and the next I was being whisked across the room. He told me to scoop up my clothes, and I certainly did. What the fuck was about to happen? Bra check, panties check. Cheerleader top; got it! Shoes and skirt? Still on. Phew, ok, I have everything. He pushed me under his desk and held a finger to his mouth. So authoritative. So controlling…