I fucked a BBC a couple of times and I knew immediately my father was more impressive. I didn’t feel guilt, weird, depraved, evil, unhealthy, immoral, suicidal, or mentally screwed up. Man, I could use some cash, and it was just lying there tempting my morals. The elevator was usually jammed by some impatient asshole who wanted to keep it on an upper floor so I had to go up the cement stairs that had no step backing or walls. It felt long and solid when I held him to my cunt, and I could feel the thickness and slickness of it as he slipped in until his pubic hair brushed mine. Aubree fiddled with the Bluetooth radio and her smartphone but got quickly bored. “Are you suggesting that I go into the pleasure business? I pressed my eyes to the small paint scrape and immediately knew what the hell was going on with my father. Read 11658 times |
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My dad was somewhere in the bowels of an adult store and I was standing on the outside.
