”“I’ll be right back.”As soon as the bathroom door closes, my mind starts going haywire with possible conclusions. He is into some weird fetis...h. He wants to worship me. He wants to dominate me. Usually, I can get a sense of what the customer wants, what his desires lean toward, but I’m drawing a blank with him. The shower runs for a little over five minutes before he opens the door and comes out, looking pristine and amazing in a navy blue suit and white collared shirt. I feel as if I’m melting. She looked even better in the flesh, I sat up intending to force her onto her back, but she just pushed me back down, one hand round my throat, the other steadily moving towards my pussy. “Unless you want to move to the bedroom, you’re not going anywhere” I looked at her, and took her hand, rolled off the sofa, landing on top of her. I kissed her, pulled her to her feet and dragged her up the stairs. I intended on pushing her onto the bed, but just like before she pushed me down and knelt over. I guess it's more than the feel of it, the shape and the taste. I think the pleasure has everything to do with the noises my father is making. He grunts like he did when he was fucking my mother last night. I dark shroud of guilt is wrapping itself around my heart at the thought. This man is not just my dad. He's the love of my mother's life. Her man. I keep sucking, the sounds coming out of my father's mouth, the rumbling in his throat, the panting, the feel of his hands resting gently on my. I m Ready jaanu aao chale. Wo bola abi nahi abi tumhare liye surprise hai. Mai chaunk padi kya. Usne ph. Milaya bola aa jao. Mai boli kon aa raha hai wo bola jaan aaj tumhari icha puri karni hai. Maine pucha kon si bola galli wali tumhe rulane wali. Mai darr gayi mai boli nahi yaar wo to maine waise hi kaha tha wo bola no aaj to tujhe randi bana dunga. Itne mai door bell baji wo usne gate khola 2 ladke 32-33 saal ke uske sath andar aa gaye usne pehle hi unko meri icha ke bare mai bata diya.