Indian Daddy Gay Porn Novels & Stories

Bucking my hips back and forth, I impatiently waited for my father to be finished with his presentation while rubbing and teasing my pussy with my fingers. “We’ll have a look at the stats and come up with a plan,” Daddy said to my father. My father gathered his materials and exited the room, shutting the door behind him. The men let out a collective, pleasure-filled sigh as the door closed. Daddy pushed back his chair and stood up, holding a hand underneath the table for me. “Come here, sweetheart,” Daddy ordered. “Let Daddy see that pretty face of yours.” With my face covered with cum, I crawled out from underneath the table. Daddy took my hands and helped me to my feet, then placed me on t

He looked at me weirdly like he was trying to access my inner secrets and I was doing my absolute best to hide them…I don’t know why I can’t just tell them, what is there to hide exactly? That I have a kid for someone I don’t know? I don’t want to be classified as a bitch or a slut that doesn’t even know the father of her son,well that’s that as I clear my mind. Andrew who was still in my office was staring at me like I was about to lose it “why are you looking at me like that?, do I have something on my face?” I asked and tried to carefully clean my face if there was anything to clean. “Of course not, you look beautiful tho,is it wrong to look at God’s creation?” He incredulously said.

Jason has tattoos on his knuckles which move in time with him stroking himself. There is a groan, and then his voice. "Fuck yeah, baby, that feels soooo good... Damn... Wish you were here... Sitting on my cock... Sitting on my face... Anywhere you want, baby..." Wish you were here—by the end of that sentence, I'm blushing, and my pussy is clenching, throbbing after this man. Jason is HOT. His low, husky voice, thick thigh muscles, and hard cock pumped by his tattooed hand? So sexy. People would pay for these kinds of videos if Jason ever needed money.

"He’s different, Lona. He’s independent, runs his own company, and... oh, you’ll see tomorrow. He’s the most masculine man I’ve ever met. I really hope you two get along." Lona’s smile turned crooked, a look that meant everything but getting along. "Don't worry, Mom. I’ll be very good to my new Daddy. I’ll make sure he feels... right at home." "That’s my girl," her mother said, completely oblivious. Lona headed upstairs, her steps light and airy. In her head, she was already picking out her outfit for tomorrow. Something modest enough for Mom, but lethal to any red-blooded man. She couldn't wait to see New Daddy’s life crumble after she laid the trap.

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes, Daddy! I am always ready to take your big c0ck, daddy! My pvssy only wants you! Mmmm! Hnnnn! Ahhh! Ahhhh!" "You're such a wonderful girl for Daddy! Uhm! Uhm! Uhm! I'm about to cum, baby! Take my cum!" "I'm going to come too, Daddy! Ahhhh! Ahhhh! A-Ah, here it comes! Here it comes!" I shouted as my juices flowed out, and Daddy joined me, pushing himself deep inside me and releasing his own juices.

I am Reema, a 20-year-old Indian girl with a body that drives men wild. My thick, creamy thighs and ample bosom strain against the confines of my tight saree, revealing every tantalizing curve. I live with my father-in-law, a paralyzed man with a perverted streak and a 10-inch cock that throbs with desire whenever he sees me.

"I know what that little bastard did to you. Adrian is a boy who never learned how to appreciate a valuable asset." My heart skipped a beat. "Boy? Adrian? Who... who are you?" The man offered a ghost of a smile. He set an old photograph on the table. In it, a teenager—Adrian—stood awkwardly beside this man. "Alistair Blackwood," he said flatly. "Most people in London call me 'The Great Lord.' But you... you were supposed to call me 'Father-in-law,' had Adrian’s plan not gone awry and you crawled back into his arms today."

he muttered as he glided his hips beneath his briefs, he pulled out his cock, it stood erect and hard cautiously as he put his fingers across it with his eye pinned against my already wet clit and pussy. "Will you fuck me Daddy?." I asked lost in the pleasure as I increased my pace, I threw my head towards the back constantly as I kept rolling my eyes against my head, I've never felt such intense pleasure, "ahhh" he groaned as he jerked off on his cock, his dick twitched the more as he ran his hand over it at first and held it in a circular motion, throbbed it downward again he cap, he also picked up his pace, flung his legs wide apart and closed his eyes shut ss he jerked even faster, I hav

“Th… Thank… Thank you, daddy, for filling me with your precious cum. Thank you for pleasuring me.” Oliver felt content. His smile widened. “That’s like my good babygirl. Now tell me whose whore you are?” He asked, slapping her both cheeks lightly to make them red and inserted his thumb in her mouth, letting her suck it before pulling it back the next moment. He was amazed at how easily her cheeks were getting red with his light slapping in which he didn't even apply any strength. “You… Yours, daddy.” She shuddered. “Mine what?”

My entire body thanked me for that slam down with an excited tremble and the delicious moan from daddy equally appreciated me. Holding onto daddy's shoulders firmly, I started riding his cock passionately. Daddy's cock was hitting all the right spots, the deep spots and I found myself going insane on his cock in no time. "Hmm... Yes! Yes! Yes!" I was moaning as I rode daddy as hard and fast as I could possibly go. I wasn't so far from my orgasm. Not after sucking daddy's cock had gotten me so so turned on. Leaning his face a little closer, daddy took a nipple into his mouth and began sucking.