MasukLAYLAI didn't sleep early.I lay in bed with the sharpie between my legs, pushing it in and out until my thighs were sore and my cunt was raw. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Mark's hand on his cock. The way he turned. The way he looked at me. The way he smiled after he came.I must have fallen asleep around four. When I woke up, the sharpie was on the floor. I heard voices downstairs. My father's laugh. Mark's low rumble.I looked at myself in the mirror. Messy hair. Flushed cheeks. Dark circles under my eyes. I looked like I'd been fucked. I hadn't. Not yet…. But soon.I pulled on a pair of shorts. A tank top. No bra. My nipples pressed against the thin fabric. I wanted him to see.The kitchen was bright. Sunlight poured through the windows. My father was sitting at the table with a cup of coffee. Mark was leaning against the counter, his arms crossed, his eyes on the doorway.He saw me before my father did. His gaze dropped to my chest. Stayed there while his tongue ran along
LAYLAThe doorbell rang at seven forty-two on a Tuesday night.I was in the kitchen, eating cereal out of the box because I couldn't be bothered to find a bowl. My father was upstairs, probably still crying into his pillow. The divorce had been final for three weeks, but he hadn't stopped crying. I didn't blame him. My mother cleaned out the bank account and took the dog. Some people just knew how to leave.I heard my father's footsteps on the stairs. Heavy. Slow. He opened the front door."Mark.""Hey, old man."I froze. That voice was Deep and Rough. Like gravel and whiskey likeI leaned around the corner. Mark stood in the doorway. He was my father's best friend. Had been for twenty years. He was also the reason I started touching myself at …He was fifty-two. I was twenty-three.The age gap was disgusting. I didn't care.Mark stepped inside. He was wearing a leather jacket and jeans that fit snugly against his thighs. His hair was gray at the temples. His jaw was sharp and sexy H
"I'm close," he said."Please. Please. Please."He groaned. It was a deep sound, torn from his chest. He shoved deep and held there. I felt his cock pulse. Once. Twice. Three times. Hot and thick. Filling my ass. I felt each spurt. Each twitch. He stayed inside me for a long moment. Both of us breathing hard. Sweat dripped off his forehead onto my back.Then he pulled out.I collapsed against the wall. My legs gave out. I slid down to the floor. My asshole clenched around nothing. His cum dripped out of me. Onto the floor. Onto the burst bag of flour. White and sticky.Richard tucked himself back into his pants. Zipped up. Buckled his belt. He looked down at me like I was something he had used and would use again."Clean this up," he said. "And don't tell anyone."He walked out. Left the door open.I sat on the floor. My whole body shook. My ass throbbed. My cunt was still wet, aching, empty. I could feel his cum leaking out of me, hot against my skin.I stayed in the pantry for a lon
DUSTI wiped his cum off my stomach with the paper towel. It was thick and white, smearing across my skin instead of coming clean. My hands wouldn't stop shaking. My thighs were slick with a mixture of his spit and my own wetness. My ass throbbed where he had slapped me, a hot pulse that matched my heartbeat.Richard hadn't moved. He stood over me, still half-hard, his cock glistening with the mess we had made. The head was red and swollen. A string of cum hung from the tip, stretching down like a loose thread. He didn't wipe it away. He wanted me to see it."You want more," he said. His voice was low. Gravelly. Not a question.I looked up at him from the floor. My knees were sore from kneeling. My jaw ached from when he shoved himself down my throat. I could still taste myself on his skin."Yes," I said."Say it.""I want more.""More what?" He stepped closer. His bare foot landed in the puddle of cum that had dripped onto the tile. He didn't seem to notice.I swallowed. My throat wa
I felt his cock pulse. Once. Twice. Three times. Hot and thick. Filling my ass. I felt each spurt. Each twitch. He stayed inside me for a long moment. Both of us breathing hard. Sweat dripped off his forehead onto my back.Then he pulled out.I collapsed against the wall. My legs gave out. I slid down to the floor. My asshole clenched around nothing. His cum dripped out of me. Onto the floor. Onto the burst bag of flour. White and sticky.Richard tucked himself back into his pants. Zipped up and buckled his belt. He looked down at me as if I were something he had used and would use again."Clean this up," he said. "And don't tell anyone."He walked out. Left the door open.I sat on the floor. My whole body shook. My ass throbbed. My cunt was still wet, aching, and empty. I could feel his cum leaking out of me, hot against my skin.I stayed in the pantry for a long time. I don't know how long. I cleaned the floor with paper towels. I wiped the flour off my skin. My hands were sti
DUSTI wiped his cum off my stomach with the paper towel. It was thick and white, smearing across my skin instead of coming clean. My hands wouldn't stop shaking. My thighs were slick with a mixture of his spit and my own wetness. My ass throbbed where he had slapped me, a hot pulse that matched my heartbeat.Richard hadn't moved. He stood over me, still half-hard, his cock glistening with the mess we had made. The head was red and swollen. A string of cum hung from the tip, stretching down like a loose thread. He didn't wipe it away. He wanted me to see it."You want more," he said. His voice was low. Gravelly. Not a question.I looked up at him from the floor. My knees were sore from kneeling. My jaw ached from when he shoved himself down my throat. I could still taste myself on his skin."Yes," I said."Say it.""I want more.""More what?" He stepped closer. His bare foot landed in the puddle of cum that had dripped onto the tile. He didn't seem to notice.I swallowed. My throat wa
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