Novel & Cerita Father Stretch My Hands Part 2

He hummed as he loosened his hold and leaned back against the couch before nodding towards the hard length. “You need to touch it then, if you’re certain you still wanna make me feel good.” He murmured in a voice which had gone more huskier and i clenched my thighs that radiated from that spot as I reached for the hard length once again, and then I wrapped my hand around it. It was then that I realized that my hands couldn’t fully wrap around the grith and color dusted my cheeks. “Your small hands are hopeless so make use of the two.” He motioned and I did exactly that, and then tentatively, I began to move my two hands upward and downward.

He added a second finger, scissoring, stretching me while his other hand stroked my cock. "That Michael has got to be a fucking fool. I'm gonna ruin this ass for anyone else," he growled. Then three fingers, burning stretch that made me see stars. I was begging by then. “please, Dad, fuck! I need your cock” He pulled his fingers out, lined up that massive head, and pushed. Slow at first. Just the tip breaching me, splitting me open. I clawed at the counter, whimpering. "Breathe, my boy," he soothed, one hand rubbing my back "Let Daddy in."

The video will confirm everything I've been saying about Dad and how we can't trust him. I watch Dad slide his right hand over Susan's porcelain smooth pussy mound, pressing his thumb down towards her wet opening. I zoom in and watch as he brings his other hand up. As smooth as if he's done it a thousand times, he shoves two fingers from his left hand into her cunt while his right thumb starts rubbing a circular rhythm on her clit.

I grabbed his hand and moved it where I wanted him to touch me. I turned my waist to nuzzle against his fingers. It felt good having his hand on me. I bit down on my lip and gasped for breath. But at that very moment, the comfortable touches came to a stop. I grunted in frustration as I teared up and was about to start crying. I said in a soft voice, “It feels good…” He narrowed his eyes at me as his chest heaved. He was breathing raggedly.

When he added a third finger, stretching her wide, she shattered. "Daddy—oh god—I'm coming—" "Come hard, baby. Drench my face. Show me how badly you needed this."

She whispers, cupped my face, and wiped my tears. “Yes, Ma’am.” I glance at Mrs. Beltran as she stood beside me together with Arries, she smiled at me and for that moment, I saw a glimpse of my mom in her. I urge a genuine smile at her and look back at my Olivia. Mr. Beltran stood in front of me with teary eyes and handed me the hands of his daughter. “Take good care of her,” he whispered and finally I touched Olivia’s palm and brought her in front of the priest.

It excited her to see his hands tremble. "Now," he said, moving over her. Lifting her legs, he braced them on his shoulders and opened the lips of her sex with his thumbs. His breath hissed through his teeth as he stared at her. Nudging her opening with the head of his cock, he gradually inched it inside her. Stacy would have closed her eyes to let sensation wash over her, but she couldn't drag her gaze away from his. Little by little, he filled her, stretching her tissues until the thick head bumped against the mouth of her womb.

He holds both of my hands as I straddle the machine and begin to lower myself. The girth is bigger than I thought as I inch myself slowly onto the attachment. I’m so glad that he had me switch to a smaller one because I’m barely getting this one in. I can feel myself stretching the more I take into me. A whimper slips out, but I keep on going. “That’s it...look at your slutty pussy take that cock like a pro. I bet you’re feeling really full, aren’t you?” Jace smirks as he watches with interest.

The sound of his voice in my ear is functioning as a second set of hands that I can feel on my skin even though they’re in a room downstairs. “Push two fingers inside yourself. Slowly – I want you to feel the stretch the way you feel it when I push inside you. Curl them forward and find the spot that makes your mouth fall open. You know exactly where it is because I’ve pressed into it many times, and I'm sure your body remembers my hand better than it remembers your own.”

"Oh, fuck, I have it!" Her body quivered. Her climax soaked the fabric, covered my hands, and ran down her leg. I kept pinching for another few seconds until she spoke, "That's it. I got one part, but I think the actuating arm is stuck." I pulled my hands out of her shorts and stepped back. Mom ducked down from the ceiling, catching me licking my hands. "I think you'll need to go up and take a look." I helped Mom down off the counter. She glanced down, but said nothing about the huge tent in my shorts.