She's now moaning and starting to make sounds of pleasure as her pussy begins to expel a creamy mix of her juices combined with the remaining cum you ...spent inside her. She's beginning to rhythmically grind her tight pussy on your cock with each slow thrust you give her. You know you can't last long and another load of cum is eminent. Tell her she's such a good girl and she's an angel as you look at the whore she's becoming right before your eyes. With her little legs spread around your hips. You are whores without a pimp." She laughs at this, a cold, almost disgusting laugh "And for whores you do well. You haven't had to work a day in your life, even since your schooldays you have been using your twisted cunts, and corrupting tits to influence those around you. Men and woman both fall for you, get you everything you want, and then you destroy their lives, and you walk away with money, or satisfaction. Your sins are almost uncountable, as are the lives you have ruined." Another. " Yes, I sort of expected you'd get married one day." Then a bit of panic hit me. I'd heard about how divorcing parents often resulted in the children being unwilling to make a commitment. "You're not breaking up are you? You two seemed so right for each other." No, it's just the opposite, in fact. We want to get married. You know I love him Daddy. We don't want to wait; we know we want to spend our lives together."I heaved a sigh of relief. "So are you asking my permission, or you asking me to. ’ I gave a wink and said: ‘Got it, only Netflix and chill.’ She smiled. That evening it turned out she is a good cook. A bit of wine, and the idea of a dance was enough for our lips to meet. How long it took for us to go to her bed and get undressed? I don’t know. Why didn’t we use a condom? I don’t know. How many orgasms I gave her before I unload myself inside of her? I don’t know. The only thing I understand is I was trying so hard to escape my skin and join her lovely body. My cock wanted.