He got off the bed, picked up his clothes and walked out of the room with my dad, who had been silently watching the whole thing until that moment. He deprived an eager girl of the feeling of being stuffed. Anal sex There was no point faking sleep. A thin stream oozed from my fount, laking in my puckered little hole. From top to bottom I could see his short hair, shoulders wide enough for me to sit comfortably on, strong biceps, chest muscles bulging like sails, abdomen like a statue, long, well-built legs, and that big thing dangling between them. Even though I stretched my mouth to the limit, he pushed his barely fitting cock straight in. I’m his personal item until he’s done, he can use me however he wants.
