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Damian was exceptional though, I would have thought he was in his middle thirties if he wasn't my best friend's dad. Brenda's hands ran through the wardrobe, tossing clothes on the bed, and looking for the perfect fit. “This would look good on me, right?” She asked as she raised a beautiful black shimmery dress. “Yes it would.” I could not deny that Brenda was sexy as fuck, she definitely got the traits from her dad. Sometimes I wished I was a guy so I could have a taste of her. Her firm round boobs, and her smooth curves always drive me crazy sometimes, but I couldn't do anything about that, I am not a man, neither am I a lesbian, so there is no way for me to fuck my best friend.

“We’re fine. Baylee’s just mad she can’t pin me without using her thighs.” “Which are deadly, for the record,” I add proudly, stealing a piece of bacon off his plate. “Yeah,” Matt mutters. “We all saw that when you choked him out in under five seconds. And smiled while doing it.” “Girl power,” I sing, popping the bacon into my mouth. Dad puts his fork down with a sigh. “Look. You need actual training—not softcore wrestling with your mate.” “Rude,” I mutter. But okay… fair.

This display of a father-daughter bond, delivered as what could've been a final message, struck a chord with everyone watching. Millions of viewers in the live stream were instantly heartbroken. "Good grief! This is just tragic. That poor girl is waiting for her dad to save her, and the guy is just chilling in a cell without a care in the world." "Tristan is a total monster. That's your own flesh and blood, man!" "I'm actually sick to my stomach. How did a guy like this ever get certified as an elite animal behaviorist? The board needs to yank his license immediately."

sexy. "It was the one and only thing my dad left for me," he said flatly, as if putting the knife into the wound would make it smaller. "So I keep it like it was. That's all." The plainness of his words made it evident how it hurt although he didn't let a single drop of the pain be evident over his features.

The sharp V of his torso, the hard ridges of muscle glistening with droplets of water, and those powerful arms that had caught me effortlessly, gripping my waist as if I weighed nothing at all. He wasn’t just any man. He was Bella’s father. My childhood best friend’s dad. We had been close once, years ago, before my family relocated to another city. Now, after all this time, we had only just reconnected. When Bella invited me over to catch up, I lost my way in their sprawling house and stumbled straight into him like that half-naked, devastatingly real. The memory still burned behind my eyelids, hot and forbidden.

“You're my perfect wife, aren't you?“ Dad asks her and she whispers another yes sir. “Let me eat this pussy for breakfast” dad says and in one movement, he pulls down her shorts and exposes her ass. Oh my god… This is my first time seeing her ass…I wonder how far this would go.

Megan, observing her once-arrogant husband now meek in front of Bradley, had a foreboding feeling. Timothy, unaware of the situation, smugly taunted Felix while being held by Megan, "Scared, huh! My dad is super awesome!" Felix glared at him and retorted, "My dad is the most powerful in the world!" "My dad is fat and can beat up ten dads like yours—" Megan quickly covered her son's mouth upon witnessing the menacing expression on Bradley's face. Timothy's voice was muffled as he kicked and struggled in his mother's arms.

And that same maddeningly attractive face that had haunted my dreams, and I had visualized between thighs, now stood before me. Wearing a simple t-shirt that accentuated his sculpted muscles and paired with trousers, he could easily outshine any supermodel with just a single glance. I had to hold my breath so that the gasp didn't slip past my lips. "It's my daughter, Evelyn." Dad's voice made his lips part in what I could identify as astonishment. "Wait really?" He asked, looking heavily dumbfounded," She was so little then." Yeah, little but still capable enough to imagine your gorgeous face while masturbating......

I watched his face twist—horror, disbelief, desperation all crashing together. A sick kind of satisfaction hit me. He got it. He just couldn't handle it. I raised a brow, shoulders shaking with laughter. Couldn't help twisting the knife. "Like you see—this kid? His own dad didn't even want him. So what was the point?" I paused. Then I let it rip, every word sharp and cold through clenched teeth. "Of course I got rid of it."

I ask him, while he's under the spell of the transmitter's signal. "We were business partners." Dad answers, in a flat, monotone voice. "I was the financial backer for his latest invention, the Neuro Submission Transmitter." I almost fall off my chair when I hear dad say this. The muffled moans from the couch are getting louder and more urgent. I turn my head and see Danae's ass humping arduously against Janet's mouth, while Janet is bucking her ass off the couch against Danae's face. I have trouble pulling my eyes away from Danae's sleek golden body, especially her smooth, round ass cheeks.