One Night Stand with My Stepdad

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ick pushing against the thin, dark gra

c just inches from my face. A deep, liquid heat coiled tightly in my lower stomach-a desperate, throbbing ache that completely eclipsed the dull pain of the bruises on my cheek. I wa

rge, heavy hand moved downward, his long fingers brushing agains

reath hitched in my throat, a ragged, breathless gasp escaping my parted lips as his large palm cupped me, weighing the heavy, aching fullness of my breast in his hand. Hi

ger bent down, lowering his towering frame until he was completely enveloping me

down between my thighs, making my secret center pulse with a heavy, drenching moisture. I let out a loud, whimpering cry, my hands automatically flying into his damp, dark hair, my fingers tangling in the strands to hold

waist and pulled it away, discarding it into the shadows.

gerous, primal energy that made Julian's two-minute routine look like a pathetic, distant joke. The sheer size of it terrified me, but the sight only made the slick, heavy moisture between my legs drench my panties completely, d

er breast, biting gently on the sensitive skin, while his rough hand slid higher up my thigh, tearing the la

beautiful god sent to heal the cracks in my broken soul with pure, unadulterated pleasure. His long, thick fingers slipped beneath the ruined lace of my underwear, finding my swollen,

two fingers d

attered, breat

e heavy, relentless rhythm I had seen him use on Julian earlier, while his thumb continued to grind against my dripping clit. The pleasure was too much,

him to slide that massive dick inside me and fin

s wet fingers from inside me, leaving me cold, gasping, an

silver moonlight illuminating every inch of my flushed, exposed skin. He towered over me, naked and massive, staring down at me with an intensity that felt like a bucket of ice water crashing over my head. His

voice a tight, deadly rumble that