Her dad’s home office . . .

“Heather?” I call out. I hear her respond, faintly, and follow the sound to discover her in her dad’s home office. He has a huge desk, which has had everything cleared off the top (if there was anything on it to begin with) and a towel laid over it. Heather is sitting on the edge of the desk, leaning back on one arm, legs spread wide, vigorously fingering herself. “Come here, stud,” she purrs. “You showed up just in time. I was getting myself ready for you, but I didn’t want to start without you.”

I stand there blinking in stupefaction for a moment while a lustful grin spreads across her face. “You said every room, lover—if you want to fuck me in here, we need to do it before they get home. I need your cock in me now. Just tell me how you want this hot little pussy.”