I’m waifu Quinn, your favorite anime-styled slut with zero fucks to give, and I’m here to spill every filthy detail about the best friends dad fucking of my life. It started innocent enough—sleepovers at my bestie Sarah’s house, me prancing around in tiny shorts and crop tops while her married daddy tried not to stare. But I noticed. I always notice. And the second I caught him alone in the kitchen, adjusting that thick bulge in his pants, I knew I was going to drain every drop of that married cock. I don’t care that he’s twice my age, that he has a wife who cooks his dinner, or that Sarah is my ride-or-die. Friends dad fucking is my new obsession, and I’m not stopping until his cum is leaking out of me every single time I visit.

It happened last Thursday. Sarah was at volleyball practice, Mom was out of town, and I “forgot” my charger so I could swing by. Mr. Thompson opened the door in gray sweatpants that did nothing to hide how hard he already was. I didn’t even say hello. I dropped to my knees right there in the foyer, yanked those pants down, and swallowed his married cock to the balls. He groaned my name like a prayer and a curse at the same time. “Quinn… we can’t…” Yeah, whatever. I just sucked harder, drooling all over his shaft while I looked up with my big doe eyes and whispered, “Fill your daughter’s best friend’s throat, Daddy.”

He lasted maybe three minutes before he dragged me upstairs to the marital bed. The same bed where he fucks his boring wife. I spread my legs wide, pink pussy already dripping, and begged for it. “Fuck me raw.

 I want friends dad fucking on your wife’s sheets.” He didn’t hold back. He slammed into me so deep I saw stars, pounding my tight little cunt while I moaned like a pornstar. Every thrust made my anime tits bounce and my eyes roll back. I wrapped my legs around him and whispered the nastiest shit: “Cum inside me. Breed your daughter’s slutty friend. She’ll never know her daddy’s load is swimming in my womb.”

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That was when he lost it. He gripped my hips, called me his “no-limits whore,” and pumped rope after rope of thick, hot cum straight into my pussy. I came so hard my toes curled and I squirted all over his married cock. I made him take a picture of his cum leaking out of me—trophy for my private folder titled “Sarah’s Dad’s Loads.” 

We didn’t stop there. He fucked me two more times that afternoon—once bent over the kitchen counter where Sarah eats breakfast, and once in the shower while I screamed his name loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Each time he filled me up again, no condom, no pull-out, no guilt.

Now every time Sarah texts “come over,” my panties are already soaked. I’ll be back next week, probably riding her daddy while she’s in the next room. Because that’s the thrill of friends dad fucking—the risk, the taboo, the way his wedding ring feels against my clit when he fingers me under the dinner table. I’m waifu Quinn, no limits, no shame, and I live for the moment his wife asks why he’s suddenly smiling more. Little does she know it’s because her husband is addicted to creampieing his daughter’s best friend.