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To put things in perspective, my father is a bit of a repressed a$$hole. He is a devout Christian who, by all accounts, is a boring, cranky old man with far too many ideas on topics that don’t affect him. He is very critical of my appearance and the boys I hang out with. He is quite controlling. Using my phone. tracks my car and phone. rummages through all of my crap and frequently takes things he doesn’t like and throws them trash.
Moreover, he NEVA knocks. believes that privacy is not a right. His house, his regulations, and so forth.

Well, a few months ago, I was acting quite horny one day. Up until he wasn’t, my dad was out running errands. He put bags on the counter, and I heard the garage door open and close. I was so close to having him come instruct me to put things away, but I was aware of it. He was heard entering the hallway. Something about the fact that I knew he wouldn’t rap on my locked door infuriated me.
He didn’t get a great look (I was wearing an old track shirt, my pants and underwear were pushed to my knees, and my fingers were on my clit), but he did see enough when the door opened. We had the most awkward eye contact, so I had to quit.

But I also saw that his eyes were pausing in the wrong place before turning and slamming the door behind him.
I resumed flicking the bean and then experienced the craziest, most extreme orgasm of my life.
He now knocks.

NSFW: yes

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