She was a redhead, and skinny, with pale skin, a cute little ass, and full, perky tits… There wasn’t really anything wrong with it, I eventually decided. She was an author herself, not just a reader! jackpot! Either way, I got off imagining myself filling that tight, wet little pussy as she begged me for my hot daddy cum! And, more to the point, just like Astrid, too; my own teenage daughter, who at that very moment was laying in her bed just down the hall! Not as long as it was only ever thoughts. She’d labelled it as fiction, not diary or true story, but it was just so visceral, so real seeming, I could easily believe it to be true. There wasn’t really anything wrong with it, I eventually decided. But neither could I deny how phenomenally thoughts of her pleasuring my cock had just made me cum! Or nearly so, at least. I banged one out that morning before getting into the shower, the same as I normally did, but from almost the moment I’d finished cumming I was able to think of little else but her. but not in nearly the proportion as I’d expected to see based on experience from the rest of the internet.
