LOGIN"But they are not that big." Mr. Vincent said, flexing his arms and checking them out. He let out a small breath, looking down at his biceps as if he were evaluating his progress. The way the muscle bunched under his skin made Emily’s pulse quicken, but she kept her face steady. "Sandra said the event has a dress code. You didn't tell me." Emily said as she leaned against a weight bench, crossing her arms so that her own chest was pushed up slightly, drawing his eyes without being too obvious about it. "Ohhh! Yes, I forgot to tell you. You have a red dress, right? I think it's among the dress code." He picked up a water bottle and took a long sip. His Adam's apple moved up and down in a way that Emily found incredibly attractive. It was funny how she found almost everything about him attractive. "Why do I love everything about him." She soliloquized while staring at him. "Yes, Sandra told me." She replied. "Though I don't have red shoes, I planned on buying them with the
Emily got to the laundry room and put the clothes in the washing machine, leaving the underwear. She wanted to wash it with her hand. She felt that his most personal items shouldn't just be tossed into a machine. As she filled a small bucket with warm water and soap, she felt a thrill running through her fingers. Holding his underwear made her feel a strange sense of intimacy, as if she was already part of his private life. While the machine was working, she was washing the underwear. She took her time, making sure she washed it very well. She scrubbed the fabric gently as her mind wandered back to the scene she had witnessed through the keyhole. She remembered the big size and how strong it looked as she rinsed the fabric. After washing, she put all of it, including the clothes, into the dryer. She waited for thirty minutes before taking them out. She dumped all the clothes into the basket again and made her way to her room. She needed to iron the clothes before taking them b
Sandra was coming out of the kitchen when she saw Emily carrying her father's basket with a glowing smile on her face. The basket was heaped high with clothes, and Emily was holding it with both hands. She doesn't need any prophet to tell her that Emily was carrying her father's clothes.But where was she taking them to? Sandra stood there with a glass of orange juice in her hand, looking confused. "Emily." She called, and Emily turned. "Oh! Sandra. You are here. Good morning." Emily greeted with an uncontrollable excitement. Her voice was full of a strange energy that Sandra hadn't seen since she visited. She looked like she had just won a prize."Where are you taking my father's basket to?" She asked, coming closer to her. She looked down at the basket and saw a dark blue silk shirt. "That looks like my dad’s favorite shirt.""Yeah, I'm taking them to the laundry room. I want to wash his clothes." Emily replied and adjusted her grip on the heavy basket."Wash his clothes? My dad ha
"I will fuck you so hard, Emily… I will make you scream my name… Yesssss!” He moaned, stroking himself faster. The sound of his voice, thick with lust and desperation, sent a jolt through her entire body. Emily increased her pace as well, matching Mr. Vincent. Every moan from inside the bathroom was like a command to her body. She imagined his strong, big dick replacing her tiny finger. She imagined him pulling her hair back and fucking her just like the man in the video last night. “Ah… Emily…” he groaned with a thick voice. “Fuck, baby! I’m going to cum so hard for you. Yess… Take it… take my hot cum, Emily…” He growled, and Emily bit down on her lip to keep from moaning out. With a final, shuddering jerk, his dick erupted, and he began to shoot his hot cum at the wall. Emily kept her eyes on him until his breathing slowed and turned lazy before he let his hand fall away. He stood there for a moment with his head bowed, looking down at the screen of his phone, where her pictu
She froze. With the way he called her name, she could predict what he was doing. The sound of his voice was deep and filled with a raw hunger she had never heard from him before. She tiptoed towards the bathroom and saw that it was closed. She stood there as her heart kept hammering against her chest like a trapped bird. "Yes, Emily! Just like that!" She heard him say it again, and her heart skipped a bit. What is he doing? She wanted to see him. She wanted to confirm if he was doing what her mind was telling her, but she couldn't open the door. She felt a strange mixture of fear and a wild, dark excitement. She had to know for sure what he was doing. She stepped closer, leaned down, and peeped through the keyhole only to see what she shouldn't see. Her eyes widened in shock, and she straightened up immediately. Her heart was beating. She just saw her best friend, Formidable Father, holding his big hard manhood. She knew she should leave immediately, but she couldn't. As forbidd
He cut the call to continue with his business, and the call came again. This time, he began to lose the urge and his hardness. The persistent ringing was like cold water being poured on his fire. He looked at the phone, seeing Kelly’s name flashing on the screen, and he let out a long, frustrated sigh. He realized he had no other option than to pick up the call again. After all, he can do what he wanted to do any other time. He wiped his hand on the bedsheet and took a deep breath to steady his voice before sliding the green icon to answer. He picked up the call and saw her on her bed. The wardrobe behind her was filled with handbags from various designers. She was wearing a bra, and even though he wasn't seeing what she was wearing down below, he could tell she was wearing underwear. Her hair was perfectly done even though it was late at night. "Hi Honey, how are you doing?" She asked with her cute, sexy smile. Yes, she's beautiful, but it can't be compared to Emily's beauty.







