As she opened the door to her dad's workshop, she could feel the anticipation building within her. He'd been acting strangely all day, leaving hints about a special gift he'd been working on. What could it be? Her eyes scanned the room, taking in the tools of his trade scattered across the tables - wood, nails, hinges, leather straps. His back was turned to her, his muscles moving rhythmically as he worked away at something hidden from view. Her heart raced as she took a step closer, her eyes locked onto the sway of his hips in tandem with the movements of his hands.
Suddenly, he turned around, revealing a strap-on dildo strapped to his thigh. Her breath caught in her throat as their eyes met. Without saying a word, he stepped closer, his hand tracing the outline of her lips as if memorizing every detail.
