Novel & Cerita Father Stretch My Hands Part 2

However , I smiled sweetly at him and watched his hands trembled slightly as he finally reached forward, hesitating for a second before his big palms cupped my breasts fully. "Oh Daddy...your hands are so large...". I gasped loudly. "Feel them...give them a soft knead". “Like… like this?” he asked, voice rough and nervous, slowly kneading the soft mounds. “Yes, Daddy… just like that,” I moaned louder, pushing my chest into his hands. “Squeeze them harder. They’re so full tonight. Mmm— your hands feel so good."

Continuing the exploration, I ran my fingers over every inch of his balls. His voice strained, muscles tensing, it was clear he wouldn't last much longer. I could hear Vincenzo trying to get rid of his father and brother. I traced my hand up his leg, over his waist, and began moving up his stomach. As my fingertips became visible in the camera, his hand grabbed at them, pressing his hand flat over mine against his stomach. Relentlessly, stroking up and down with the other hand, I dug my claws in and raked the hand back down. More tension in his legs. He was breathing heavily, and I could see the sweat glistening over his toned body in the sunlight.

I feel my tiny hands take a fist full of his shirt , and gently tug it – I want his help so damn bad , but I want him to make the first move. “Say you want me…say you want me to make you feel good…tell me how badly you need daddy right now…” he whispers these things in my ears , while his big strong hands start rubbing my thighs. He starts off slow and gentle , but as he continues to whisper in to my ears his hands start to rub and grab my thighs harshly ; harsh yet it feels so sweet.

I was amazed at how much they could drink and still keep going. Fred's hands were inching closer to my panty line as they moved up my thighs. My legs were slightly parted; but closed enough together to protect my area, I thought. Then I felt a finger trace my slit through my panties. I clutched my father's hand as my head arched on his lap while I exhaled loudly. Frad lightly traced my clit through the fabric. My father lowered his lips to my forehead, placing a kiss, as he told me, "Just relax, ok?"

He kissed me again and then he crooked his fingers and started pumping. "Ahhhh....", I let my moans escape... but he didn't stop the masterful motion of his fingers down there. Soon I came..... but he didn't stop..... instead the smirk on his face just got more crooked and he increased the pace of his fingers. "I'll make u come twice sweety", he said with his devilish grin.

he said, breathing heavier now. “Don’t hold back. What do these hands do? Where do they go? I need every detail to absolve you properly.” My face flamed but my pussy clenched at his tone. I shifted on my knees, skirt riding up my thighs a little. “They start on my breasts, Father. Squeezing them, pinching my nipples until they ache. Then they slide down my stomach… between my legs. Rubbing my… my cunt. Pushing fingers inside while I moan.”

She was on all fours, moaning loud, pushing back against him while he gripped her hips. “Fuck your daughter’s best friend’s pussy harder, daddy,” the woman on the video whined. “She’s so tight for you… please, stretch me out with that big cock…” My eyes went wide. My mouth actually watered at the sight of him—the way his hand moved up and down that long, veiny shaft, the way his abs tightened every time he stroked, the low grunts coming from his chest. I couldn’t look away. Then he groaned, low and rough.

As such, I could only back away desperately. A familiar voice sounded as we were stuck in a standstill. "What's with all the commotion? Don't you know we have a guest coming over today?" I slowly turned around and saw that Dad had returned. He was currently frowning at me, his face etched with disdain. I wiped the blood away from the corners of my lips and obediently greeted him, "Hello, Mr. Sanders." Dad was stunned. He had a complex expression and didn't respond to me.

I smiled, hearing one good thing today. “But I need to land one hit today so I can progress,” I said, sitting on the bench beside Darcy. “Let me tell you a secret,” he said. And I was eager. “Tell me,” I said. “My dad’s right hand is weaker. His left hand is stronger and faster; try to aim for his right hand; if you punch him on his right arm, he will be weak for a few seconds, then you have a chance to take him down,” he said. Now that he mentioned it, I noticed his blows from his left were more painful than his right.

At his hands on my body. "You're going to watch yourself fall apart," he said. "Yes." "Say it." "I'm going to watch myself fall apart." His hand moved. Slow. Deliberate. He stroked me once. Twice. I moaned. "More," I said. "Not yet." He pulled his hand away. I heard him unbutton his own pants. Heard the zipper. Heard him spit into his palm. Then his fingers were inside me. Two of them. Cold from the lube he had grabbed from somewhere. I didn't see him grab it. I didn't care.He stretched me. Opened me. I pushed back against his hand.