LOGINSandra 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.
Even though Mr. Vincent was aroused by the video and Emily's boldness, he still wasn't comfortable. He knew he should have stopped this long ago, but a part of him was paralyzed by her confidence and the sight of her sitting there so calmly, watching things that should have made her blush and turn away. In the video, the man pulled out and turned the girl over in a doggy position. He spanked her ass and plunged into her. The girl arched her back and cried out in a way that made Mr. Vincent’s blood run hot. He looked at Emily, and she was still watching as if it was nothing. She had her chin resting on her hand with her eyes wide and focused. There was no sign of shyness on her face. It was as if she was studying the scene and learning from it. The man grabbed the woman's hair and began to fuck her harder while spanking her. The action was so intense that he couldn't take it anymore and turned to her, "I think it's time to sleep. Off the television and go to bed." His voice was g
"Why don't you change the movie to a better one?" Mr. Vincent said, trying not to sound harsh. The images on the large screen were becoming too much for him to ignore. He wanted to look away, but how can he be the one to look away when a younger girl is watching comfortably?"But I like this one. It's very interesting." Emily boldly replied. She didn't look at him. She kept her eyes on the screen where the actors were becoming even more intimate. "But do you want me to change it?"She asked, even though she knew why he wanted him to change it. She could see out of the corner of her eye that he was restless. She loves the fact that she could make a man like him feel that way. "It's inappropriate for you to watch this." He replied. He tried to make his voice sound stern this time, like a father figure, but it came out a bit shaky.He was forty-five years old, and he had seen a lot in life, but sitting next to his daughter’s best friend while she watched an erotic movie was something th







