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A Daddy-daughter dance

Author: Amie šŸ¦‹
last update Last Updated: 2026-02-28 00:04:00

ā€œDance lesson again tonight. Right after my business call,ā€ Daddy says as he walks through the kitchen on his way from the garage to his office.

ā€œSeems like he’s really into this,ā€ Mom says as she pours her smoothie

from the blender into a cup.

I shrug, worried she’ll know something’s going on if I seem excited about tonight.

ā€œYou’ve been practicing every day,ā€ she says.

ā€œI promised Selma. She doesn’t get along with her stepdad either.ā€

We have been practicing eve
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    ā€œOh, Billā€¦ā€ I moan. He pulls down my jeans and panties, quickly, all the way to the floor. I step out of them.Then he presses me to the door as he quickly shoves his cock into my pussy. I gasp. My heart starts to race.He starts to thrust hard into me, almost angrily. I moan loudly. It feels so good. My hands are on the door near my shoulders. He puts his hands over them, holding me tightly there. This is so hot. Almost like he’s forcing me, except I want him. Blake never does things like this. I feel like I need it. I am breathing hard as he thrusts into me.I can still hear Blake’s and my moans from the tape. I can hear us getting close to orgasm. Just like Bill and I are doing now. Bill starts to pant and groan with each thrust. I moan loudly as my orgasm builds up. Then I groan deeply as it explodes inside me. It's a much harder orgasm than I have ever had.I feel another little orgasm surge through me right after. I grunt.Bill shakes and gru

  • Her Stepfather's CrushĀ Ā Ā My boyfriend and I moments

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  • Her Stepfather's CrushĀ Ā Ā A Daddy-daughter dance

    ā€œDance lesson again tonight. Right after my business call,ā€ Daddy says as he walks through the kitchen on his way from the garage to his office.ā€œSeems like he’s really into this,ā€ Mom says as she pours her smoothiefrom the blender into a cup.I shrug, worried she’ll know something’s going on if I seem excited about tonight.ā€œYou’ve been practicing every day,ā€ she says.ā€œI promised Selma. She doesn’t get along with her stepdad either.ā€We have been practicing every day, and while we dance, Daddy slips his hands under my dress. He touches me and teases me until I think I’m going to lose my mind. But Mom’s been home the past few nights, so while I’ve definitely learned how to jack Daddy off, I haven’t felt him inside me.Mom rolls her eyes. ā€œYou’re calling him Daddy. I think that’s getting along.ā€ā€œIt’s sarcastic,ā€ I reminded her. ā€œWhy do they have to call it a daddy-daughter dance? Why not father-daughter dance?ā€ā€œDaddy-daughter sounds cuter.

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