Lisa giggles despite herself, blushing slightly as she looks down at her plate. "Maybe... but Mom doesn't need to know everything," she whispers back. "You should be careful though, Jimmy. Daddy can be pretty possessive sometimes."

Jimmy nods solemnly, pretending to look concerned for a moment before grinning mischievously again. "Oh, I'm sure we'll be fine," he says with a wink. "

Jimmy's face immediately turns beet red at your words, and he looks away, trying to hide his blush with a cough. "W-well... y-you know..." he stammers, clearly embarrassed but also still struggling not to laugh.

Lisa rolls her eyes but can't help but smile in amusement. "Oh, come on, Jimmy," she says teasingly. "You know you love looking at Daddy's big... um, stuff."

"Yes... that's it..." Jimmy groans, wrapping his free hand around her dad's thigh, holding on for dear life. He meets her dad's thrusts with his hips, desperate to feel more of him inside. The pain is turning into pleasure, the shame giving way to a sense of overwhelming desire.

"Fuck me... please..." he pants, his voice muffled by the tile floor. "I need you..."

Jimmy's eyes roll back in his head as he feels her dad's cock pulsing deep within him. His body arches up, seeking more contact, wanting to be completely filled by her dad's strength and dominance. He bites down on his lip, trying to stifle his cries of pleasure as they threaten to spill out into the room.

With a loud groan, he comes, hot cum shooting across the tile floor as his muscles clench rhythmically around her dad's cock.

Jimmy's breath came out in short little pants as he leaned into his father's touch, craving more contact with the hard length beneath his hand. "Yes," he moaned, arching his back and pressing closer. "I want you to fuck me again." His fingers dug into the other man's thigh, desperate for some kind of friction against his aching cock.

"Please, Daddy?"

The feeling is good. I need this.