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Sex With My Daddy

I had sex with my boyfriend's fatrher, and I'm so into it, because it is not only to revenge my boyfriend's cheating but also enjoy the orgasm of my life
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Chapter 8

When I look into the camera, I see my own eyes. In all my years, I have never attempted anything like this. One or more firsts seem to be in store for this weekend. Turning my attention away from my phone, I find him looking down at me, as if trying to coax out my most vile fantasies. I look him straight in the eye and say, "Your cock, Daddy. I've had to have your s*x.

It's true what you're saying. William pushes into me so hard that I'm propelled a good distance up the sofa. Oh, cock.

To make matters worst, he fucks me while being irate. I feel like I've opened a Pandora's box for us both by coming here tonight, and we'll never be able to close it again. Like he wants to get revenge on me for making him desire me, it's powerful and almost savage.

I'm enjoying myself thoroughly.

This time my orgasm is armed with fangs and claws, and it tears me to shreds as I approach. Looking for release from the intense pleasure I'm experiencing, I twist and bite his arm. William spits and tries to peel me off of him by putting his hand in my hair, but I resist. As he gets closer, his strokes grow harsher and more frantic, and he bury his face in the back of my ne

As our heavy breathing dies down, I find myself staring at the ceiling. It's still hard for a part of me to comprehend we just accomplished that. My inner child is counting down the days till we can do it again. It seems unlikely that this is what he really wants, although he did invite me to spend the weekend. He no longer needs to satisfy his curiosity or his passion. Right now he's going to help me get dressed and send me on my way. Surely.

It takes me several seconds to realize that he has pushed himself up and is scanning my face since I am so focused on getting out of there quickly. "Lisa." The tone of his voice when he calls my name suggests that this isn't the first time he's heard it.

"What?"

"Was it painful?" My head is still tender from being dragged off him so brutally, so he runs his fingers over the base of my skull. Even if it's just a little discomfort, I have to resist the want to rub my whole body against his now that he's so kind with me after manhandling me and shoving dirt into my ears only a few minutes earlier. The contrast is supposed to be shocking, yet all I can think about is how sensual it is. Say it with me now, "Lisa, reply."

Just good, thanks. My voice is rough right now. The situation is "excellent." In order to speak more clearly, I swallow hard. My apologies about your arm.

They said, "It's nothing." I feel his soft hand on my chin as he examines my face. If I were to injure you, you'd tell me. What I'm saying doesn't sound like an inquiry. It sounds like a demand when spoken

My mouth watered at the thought. The answer is "yes," and I'd spill the beans.

Some aspect of my look must have convinced him, since he nods and steps away from me. Away from me. I let out a little cry of anguish and then bury the sound. I hope he doesn't get the wrong idea.

William frowns as he examines his cock. "Give me a second."

"Sure." I manage to pull myself into a sitting posture by the time he comes from the restroom, his garments righted. I brace myself under his intense stare. And now he's showing me the door.

William shakes his head in exasperation. You still want that drink?"

Eyes flicker. "Um. Yes?"

Remove your stockings and garters. Without waiting for a reply, he continues. Simply walking away, he expects me to follow his orders.

I, too, feel this way. I slide off the belt and undo the garters, then remove the tights. A few minutes later, he comes back with more drinks, and I'm standing there in my underwear, flummoxed. The sofa is a little awkward to sit on after we fucked on it.

William stops in his tracks and raises his eyebrows when he sees me. "Problem?"

To illustrate, I raise my hands and then release them. To me, the whole thing was over once we had sex. No idea how to deal with this. It's this way, I indicate.

His eyebrows just go up higher. He gently states my name, which is "Lisa." When you came on my cock and called me Daddy, and this is what makes you uncomfortable, I ask.

It seems like heat is rising from deep inside my body, and I know I'm blushing without even looking. "It's not the same."

That's a load of bulls**t. He approaches me cautiously and reaches for his own drink instead of mine. I put it to my lips and take a deep gulp. Just the right amount of fruity coolness for me. William sits down on the sofa and crooks his fingers at me. To assemble at this spot.

As such,

But, however, I ought to have learned my lesson by now. This evening has not gone according to my preconceived plan. Unfortunately, it seems like we're continuing down the wrong path. Even though William and I have had sex and I've been pulled down into his lap, I still can't get over the fact that he is so much larger than me. William is all wide warrior build, while his kid is more athletically built. He hasn't mellowed one bit with age. His rough hands go up my leg and around to my hip. I apologize for the inconvenience.

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