Why struggle to look for a cheap knockoff when I could have the original? However, the thought of actually fucking my father always felt very wrong. T...hat’s what made it so hot! I never masturbated to anyone but him, or sometimes older men who bore a slight resemblance. I somehow convinced myself he looked just like Russell Crowe, and I covered my walls in posters of him. My dad doesn’t really look like Russell, he’s a bit overweight, and not that handsome. But I was always telling dad that he. Her struggles onlyassisted and fanned his raging desire. Every time she squirmed, sherubbed against his burgeoning cock, exciting the passionate young maneven more. Finally, the dress was hiked up over her bare breasts andunder her armpits, leaving her totally naked except for the rumpled ragaround her upper chest. Davie was humiliated beyond words, and she layon her back struggling, trying to turn her face away from the demandingyouth, her eyes blurred by tears. "No, honey . . . don't cry," he. I opened my eyes to see her lifting cum coated fingers from between her thighs, up to her lips and then disappearing into her mouth, only to reappear moments later, sucked clean. I moaned and closed my eyes.“Our cum tastes incredible!” I heard Sara say and I smiled and giggled. I felt her moving and then I felt her breath on my low hanging, soaked scrotum. Her tongue flicked out and poked me a couple of times and when I looked down at her, I saw the most mischievous eyes I have ever seen. The soft moan you made as I sucked and my hands slid lower made me want you more than I ever had me. The moans became louder as my balls slammed your ass on each stroke. You met each stroke by raising your hips, plunging your pelvis toward me as if you wanted more. Almost in perfect unison, you had a strong violent orgasm as my cock emptied streams of my seed deep in your body. Wave after wave of my seed filled you. Our arms pulled us so close, neither of us wanted this to end. Rolling beside.