Deeper and deeper I went in, until I was fully inside her, feeling the bottom of her gorgeous pussy. Then I started ramming my cock in her, and every ...time my balls slapped against her butt. "Fuck me, daddy, come on, give it to me please!", she cried. My cock slipped out of her wet cunt, and I turned her over on her knees. "Daddy is going to take you doggy style, honey", I whispered, and my cock went up and down her fuckhole again. I pushed her shoulders to the bed, forging her ass up, so I. I started to clear my throat again, intending to answer her, but she beat me to it.“You know a lot of people, don’t you?” Candy asked.I blinked again. What the hell was this about?I nodded, probably a little too enthusiastically.“You won’t say anything about this, will you?”It was a directive.I shook my head, “Not at all. It didn’t even happen.”“Of course it didn’t happen,” Candy replied, “You’re still alive aren’t you?”There it was.She meant that. She was dead serious. What the hell was going. April was a senior just like Drew and had been his heartthrob his entire high school life. She was your typical Goth with the white makeup, black hair in pigtails, black lipstick, black eyeliner, and black nail polish. She wore black skinny jeans to exaggerate her round ass and thin waistline, with white crystals going up the hems of the legs. Her black tee-shirt had a picture of a skull with a snake coiling through it and you could see the outline of her bra underneath, which kept her C-cup. We had a love marriage. Shweta & I met at one of our friend’s parties during our first year of college days. She had many guys falling for her. But she had to choose me because of my lean athletic body, fair skin and a height of 5,11 inches tall that she confessed later. From the second month of our relationship, we started sex messages at late nightWe had played various fantasies from public sex to group sex, orgies, dirty talking but the most amazing sex talks we ever had was swinging or you.