LOGINThe Man She Shouldn't Look At Twice II
SHE laughed and reached out for his cock, her right hand roaming his groin.
“Am I doing anything to you, Mr. Cole?” She asked in a whisper.
“Just tell daddy you want this, and it is over,” he whispered.
She quickly sat up.
“Yes. Yes, I want this,” she cried.
He smiled.
“Say I want it, daddy,” he said.
She said it.
“Say fuck me, daddy.”
She said it, lacing it with pleas this time.
“Really? You want my cock in your pussy, don't you?” He asked.
She nodded.
“Suck me,” he ordered.
Quickly, she yanked away the duvet draped over their legs, knelt on the bed and brought out his solid member from his shorts, her right hand wrapped over it as though it was a property she guarded jealously. The veined member was so fat and long.
“Mm,” she exclaimed, brought her head down on the cap and sucked it slowly with a pop, as though she was licking a lollipop.
“Oh fucking god!” He tried to hold back a moan.
A few more sucks at the cap and she took her hand off it, it fell back on his belly. She used her tongue and took him in her mouth again, her two hands resting on the bed for support, she resumed sucking. This time she went down, throat sucking. He moaned, reached for her ass and caressed it, rubbing his large hand slowly all over it.
She stopped sucking and released a reasonable amount of sputum on it.
“Uuuu,” he exclaimed and she chuckled, brought her head down on his cock again and continued sucking, tracing his dick with her tongue, gliding him in and out of her mouth, sucking out everything as though it was sweet, or maybe it was.
“Oh damn! You so good, baby” he muttered and sat up, knelt on the bed as he played with her hair.
“Come on, give it to me,” he said, “more sucks.”
She chuckled and resumed duty. He reached out for her ass again and placed his both palms on it, feeling the smoothness, the softness in the skin of his palms.
His hands left her ass and held her head still, while he began thrusting in her mouth, slowly. At intervals, when he thrusted in, it pulled out and he pushed it in again. He was literally fucking her in her mouth, and she enjoyed every bit of it.
He thrusted so deep, reaching her throat that she began choking, and they both didn't mind, savouring the pleasure it brought.
He stopped and spanked her ass so hard that she moaned in pain.
“Time to fuck that pussy baby, that juicy pussy,” he said and turned her over. Still kneeling on the soft mattress, she turned, her knees down to her feet lying on the bed, her thighs to her ass up to him, her face turned left on the bed, her hands held open her pinky pussy wide for him. She moaned.
He held his cock and teased the cap on her pussy, making her yearn for him. He rubbed it on the surface of her folds, rubbing it against her cum. She moaned and yearned for him. Dark desire draped over them like velvet.
“What would you say to daddy?” He asked, still playing with his dick on her pussy.
“Ahh! Fuck me daddy,” she said in between moans.
“Aha!” He exclaimed and without warning, slammed into her, sending her screaming, her voice ringing into the night and intercepting with the drizzle.
Then he began thrusting, slowly at first and soon, he quickened his pace, slamming deeper and deeper.
“Ahh! Arghhh! Ugh daddy… yes daddyyyyy… yessss ssss, there… right there, yes ssss,” she kept on moaning, moving in the rhythm of his thrusts.
He spanked her ass and it shook vigorously, and then held onto it, going deeper and deeper.
“Arghhh!” He moaned out as well.
Minutes later, he turned her over, making her lie on her back and raising up her legs, giving him easier access for deeper slamming.
He kept on moving back and forth, each stroke pulling at her strings, sending sensations down her spine.
“Ohhhhhh!” She exclaimed, spat on her right hand and began rubbing her clots, round and round, moaning as she did.
Minutes after that pleasure, he pulled out, his cock bounced, he slipped in two of his fingers into her ass.
“I wanna fuck your ass,” he said, “come lie on me,” and he laid with his back on the bed, while she crossed her leg over him, her back to him, he gently located her asshole with his cock and gently eased himself in.
She screamed out, her two hands resting on the bed for support as he slammed into her ass from behind her. As he thrusted, she managed to support herself with her left hand only, and using her right hand she played with her clits and pussy.
At intervals, his cock bounced out, and she would quickly put it back in.
“Fuck me,” he said and stopped moving, and she began moving her waist, up and down, feeling the sting of his cock in her ass.
“Oooooooo,” she moaned as she moved.
Suddenly his breath hitched, he screamed in pleasure as he held her tiny waist and fucked into her ass with a faster pace.
“Ahh. You are so sweet,” he said.
“Yeah, I know,” she replied.
He continued fucking. And soon, she felt his thighs convulsing, shaking vigorously and then he climaxed, releasing into her ass.
“Ahh!” She got off him and collapsed on the bed, both panting, breathing as through they had run a marathon.
“Ahh. Stella, you are so sweet,” he whispered and reached out for her breasts, the vigorous thrusting had already gotten the melons out of her bra. He gently cupped them, fumbling with them in his hands.
She laughed.
“Well I can't believe I just fucked my best friend's dad huh,” she giggled.
“Hmm,” he mouthed and brought his head down to her breasts as he sucked them whole.
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