Gay Daddy Sex Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It's also going to be mafia themed. With this, Daddy's Naughty Secret has finally come to an end. I'm glad you enjoyed the book and followed through despite everything. Thank you for your views, your likes and comments. I hope to see you all when I'm back with a new book ( it might not be the book two of DNS though ).

In front of the people, he was my daddy. But when it was just the two of us, we were lovers. We always had sex; sometimes, we did different positions that we knew how to do; 69 was my favorite; we would even come out together and drink all the cum that we released. After one month, Daddy had to go back to work, but from time to time, Daddy would visit me, and he would stay for a few days, and we would enjoy the pleasure of our sexcapades. THE END

my cock. He was loving it. I was loving it. I flipped him over and pushed his legs back to his head. I was going to give him a prostate massage, I flipped him up, put a pillow under his back and slowly pushed in, feeling around. I saw his face light up and kept short strokes up until he started moaning louder. I kept rubbing his prostate with my cock head until he screamed "What the fuck is going on? This feels so fucking good!!" I smiled back and said "You're gonna cum on my cock, aren't you?" He looked at me and said "I dont know, this feels so much different." I stroked his hole a little bit faster, looked him in the eyes and said "Cum for me." He moaned for a few seconds looked back and

I remember that even during sex, the girl, with all her shame, started crying and then asking me not to say anything to her father and mother, to anyone. - I will never tell you that I fucked someone like you. - He said. – A thief, a whore, it's better that no one knows, nor would a man want something like that with you. – He said, fucking her hard, thrusting into her tight pussy, with quick strokes, hitting her G-spot.

Excitement rippled through me, my nipples, now rock hard, ached even more, and my thighs clenched. “Please… daddy.” His grip on my shoulders tightened. “Don't..” he hissed. “Don't fucking do that.” I smiled. “I want you to fuck me, daddy.” “If you call me that one more time, Lora.” He paused, his breathing heavy, every breath filled with failing reatraint and desire that had been locked away for a very long time. “Then I might not be able to control what happens next.” “Please, daddy.. fuck me.”

"I mean, I would like to share my experience with my boyfriend since he is the first time I had sex with. Although, are you willing to listen!" For some reason, I found it very interesting to hear a gay sharing his experience with fellow man. I am just fucking curious how they do it and who often initiates having sex with their partners. "Of course I would like to hear your story if you wanted to share it. I am an open minded person and I would really want to "Alright, please listen attentively as my story is going to be a fucking hot and each scene is so intense!" I laughed at his ridiculous joke. It seems like I will have another sister.

Oh, my fucking god!!! "Daddy?" James groans, his eyes slowly turn pissed. "No. No." I stammer. "I thought to spice things up... Yunno, like sir, master..." My heart is beating fast and I'm praying to everything I know that he believes my lie. He sighs. "Hmm." His hands take possession of my hips as he gives me a few more lashes of his dick, riding me slowly before he collapses on top of me, panting, when the person who truly fucked me was his dad.

Daddy flinches like I slapped him. I keep going words spilling out now I can’t stop them. “They fucked me in front of your men. In the club. In the warehouse. Here in my bed. And I came so hard I screamed their names. I squirted on their cocks Daddy. I swallowed them. I let them fill every hole. And I loved it.” His face goes white. He staggers back one step like the words physically hit him. Matteo starts moving again slow rolls of his hips thrusting gentle but deep making me gasp soft. “See Vittorio? Your little princess isn’t so little anymore. She’s ours. Dripping for us right now while you stand there watching.”

I turn around to meet his chest, and naughtily grabs his balls, "They're soft too." He groans when I cup them, "Don't do it. I still want kids." I ignore his warning and let them roll on my palm, just playing with them like they're two big marbles, "Gay dads are so hot." "Yeah?" "The whole thing about being masculine and sexy but you can't get your hands on them, or the fact they'll never be interested in you, makes them soooo much hotter." Then I realise he's semi-hard, again. But this time I'm not wearing make up, or have my hair curled, not even putting on the corset or fuck-me heels so what gives?

“Like this, Daddies?” The tips ping in a steady rhythm. I am wet already, slick shining on my inner thighs, the vibrator humming against my clit in delicious torture. I have edged myself twice tonight, chasing the high without tipping over. The longer I stay desperate, the more they pay. Then the big notification flashes across the screen in bold gold. BigDaddyV has tipped $5,000. The chat freezes for half a second before it explodes. HOLY FUCK MARRY HIM QUEEN SHIT