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an eye on his daughter, I knew it wasn't a good idea. I should've said no, made up some dumb excuse, but the temptation to spend so much time alone with Simone was too

utiful pouty mouth around my cock, my mouth all over her tight little pussy. It was driving me insane. I've always loved her and been protective of her, but now things

st have to learn to live on a d

to a painful size, though, when I remembered how great her tits had looked in that t

r. That's wh

tually standing under ice cold water didn't appeal to me. Instead, I went into the hall bathroom. I groaned when I saw all of Simone's t

unning my hands over the seethrough fabric, I knew I'd be jerking myself off in the shower. There was no other wa

ed pumping myself in a fast rhythm. I imagined Simone in the shower with me, her small hand around my big cock, the hungry look in her eyes while

large pregnant belly floats through my head, making me blow my wad with enough force to take my breath

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a life within her, claiming her body and her womb-all of that was hot as fuck to me. But it was also insan

illing myself to ignore the lacy lingerie and the scent of her perfume that still seem

could see pale ass cheeks and a cameltoe that had my mouth watering. It was so tight that her bare pussy was poking out on either side. Juicy, plump

quivered, and two trails of tears slid down her sweet face. She stood there, twi

atter?" I asked, r

along her back. I was helpless to stop my cock from growing at the feel of Simone in m

p to mine. Her large chocolate brown eyes still threatened to o

The words came out as a whimper, and when a fresh stream

to reassure her. "I can just

and I'd swear I could feel her hard nipples through both our shirts. She sucked on her bottom lip,

I could cook a meal for you," sh

what this

g to cook me a good meal, and here I was with my only thought being how fast can I get my dick out

on't care that you burnt one meal. I'm just touched that you tried at al

miles, the one that always made m

for tonight, though. I'm not sure whatever you had in the oven ca

signs she'd been crying. Tear stains streaked her cheeks which were still a bit red, and her eyes still held a glossy sheen to them

bounce in a hypnotizing way, she smiled and said, "Great!