dad toji who stumbles in your room, watching mindlessly as you sleep with a beer clutched tightly in hand. he thinks you look so cute with your mouth hung open, drool trickling out of the corner of your mouth. your tank tops rolled up over your tits and he doesn’t give it a second thought as he rolls one of your nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
he pulls his cock out, using the tip to poke between your parted lips. his head lolls back, alcohol and need mixing disgustingly as it muddles his mind. you pretend to sleep as his length stretches out your cheek and rubs against your gums.
that stupid gas station pill you’d crushed up and slipped in his beer was working like a charm.













