The caravan rocked gently under the summer stars as Jordan, Ivy, and Morgan settled in after a long drive. At 42, Jordan poured the drinks with a wry grin, while his daughter Ivy, 18 and already yawning, clinked glasses with her friend Morgan. "To freedom from the city," Ivy toasted, but after two rounds she slumped onto the couch, out cold. Morgan, also 18 and feeling the heat rise, watched with a sly smile. "Looks like it's just us now, Jordan. Hope you're ready for better company."
Morgan excused herself, heart pounding with a horny thrill. In her short nightgown, she crept to Jordan's door and peeked through the gap. He stood there in green boxers, broad and unaware, and she felt herself getting wet, her pussy dripping with anticipation. The sight made her bold; she pushed the door open. "Don't look so surprised," she whispered, stepping inside. "Ivy's dead to the world, and I've been watching you all night."
Jordan turned, eyebrows raised. "Morgan, this isn't smart. What are you playing at?" She smirked, strong and unyielding. "Playing? No, I'm claiming. Pointing at his cock, she said, "Take those off. Now." He hesitated, then slid the boxers down, revealing his hard length. "Witty as ever," he quipped. "But you sure you can handle it?" Morgan laughed, shedding her nightgown. "Watch me."
They undressed fully, the air thick with tension. Morgan dropped to her knees for a blowjob, her tongue teasing his cock as he groaned. "Not bad for starters," she murmured between licks, "but I want more than that." Jordan's hands gripped her ass, but she stayed in control, guiding him to the bed. "On your knees," she commanded, positioning for doggy style.
Morgan arched her back, her pussy wet and ready as Jordan thrust into her from behind, over the edge of the bed at first. "Harder," she panted, sweating with each move. "Don't hold back like some old man." Their bodies slapped together, her ass meeting his hips, the caravan creaking. He flipped her onto the bed for deeper strokes, both panting and horny.
After ten intense minutes, Jordan pulled out, and Morgan turned to take him in her mouth again. He came hard, cum spilling across her tongue as she swallowed with a satisfied grin. "Told you I could handle it," she said, wiping her lips. "But the night's young, and Ivy won't sleep forever."
The door stayed ajar, promising more secrets in the chapters ahead.
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