Hacer el amor también es muy rico, no siempre fue así con Alberto, pero después de varios años siendo amantes de pronto un día dejo de follarme como lo hacía para hacerme el amor, se siente raro pero bien y rico, además no podría decirle que no a un macho como el
Despite my reservations about our taboo affair, I yield to Dad's advances time and again.
“Your Mom’s down at the store for a bit. Wanna spread your legs like a slut for your ol’ Dad again?” he asks flashing his mischievous eyebrows.
Without responding I walk to my room discarding my clothes along the way.
“Good boy, let’s give ya a nice stretch!” he follows unzipping and unbuckling his belt releasing his swollen bulge.
His overpowering presence is too great to resist, and I grow accustomed to his weight crushing me beneath him.
The sensation of his big cock sliding into my tight, wet pussy sends waves of ecstasy crashing over me.
As he kisses me, his rough stubble scratching my soft cheeks, I lose all semblance of reason and morality.
My thoughts reduce to pure animalistic craving, driven solely by the pursuit of pleasure.
Dad turns into my stud and I turn into his slut building a relationship of secret loyalty that leaves my guts littered with the loads of my perverted father.
#GayCest
Feeling the need today to carry anonymous seed. Having another man's genetics in my body- thinking about what parts of him I might absorb, how it could change the way I think and feel.