In bed with my father’s friend-sex story.
It was wrong to sleep with my father’s acquaintance, definitely wrong. But believe me, it was not only passionately, but also incredibly romantic. Now, looking back, I understand how terrible it would be if my parents learned about porn story sex with my dad’s friend. But at that moment I could not help myself.
It all started once in the afternoon, he was at our place, he just drank and chatted with my father. I went downstairs and found them both in the kitchen arguing about the best beer grade. I have never met him before, he was a new friend of my dad. When I entered the kitchen, I greeted, my father presented me his friend. He was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, and his graying stubble looked very sexy. He was good, despite his age. I shook his hand, and he looked into my eyes so that I felt like a short summer dress.
Intimacy with a friend’s friend – a story
We chatted a little before I went upstairs and lay down on the bed, thinking about how hot he was.
Then he began to find prepositions to come to us more often, and we cast a look at each other at the dinner table. The more I saw him, the more we talked, the stronger my pussy trembled when I was sitting next to him.
One day he came when my father was not at home. I opened the door. He said that he needed to pick up the working things that my dad left. He went into his father’s office and returned with the documents, but was in no hurry to leave.
We chatted a little, but I was too excited to let him leave the house. I did not know if he wanted me, I did not know how I was going to do it, but I was sure only in one thing: I would drag him to bed. Do not worry, and your city is full of lustful girls who are ready for sex without obligations: look .
For a while we stood, looking at each other, then I took a step forward, stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the lips. He pulled away, and I thought that I ruined everything. I was about to start apologizing when he grabbed my waist and began to kiss me.
His soft lips gently kissed mine, and they were filled with passion. He grabbed me so tightly with his strong hands and pulled me to him what took my breath, and I even made a light moan. We continued to kiss whole eternity until I pulled him to my bedroom. My pink room, flooded with sunlight, was an ideal place to continue.
I lay down on the bed, he slowly came up to me. We were both full of burning desires, but were in no hurry. It was so romantic and beautiful.
He lay down on me from above, kissing my neck and lips, moving with his rough hands up and down my body. He began to slowly unfasten my summer dress, exposing my white bra, then masterfully unbuttoned it with one hand and before his eyes were my breasts. He grabbed with one hand and let out a quiet moan. At that moment I had already lost control of myself.
Exhausting from desire, I widely opened my legs so that he would already enter me. But he brought my hips and began to stroke them, teasing me, but not touching my pussy.
I got wet, and when he ran a hand over my pussy, he felt a wet spot on my panties. And then we both heard the front door opened.
I jumped up. The chest fell out of my dress, his shirt was slightly unbuttoned, and his cock was clearly visible through his pants. I was desperately fiddling with my dress when my father shouted to me, climbing the stairs, did I see his friend. I told him to go out onto the balcony and go down the black staircase, and she made sure that I looked perfect, and opened the door to dad.
It was so exciting – not to let his father go to the window and see his friend runs down the street.
After that, my thoughts did not give me rest if I would ever get the opportunity to spend such a moment with him again. Then I could not imagine how romantic the next date would be.
My father and my father are a sex story
For some time we exchanged messages, and he was the initiator of this sexual correspondence. And once, finally, he asked me to come to his apartment on the weekend. Secretly, of course. I barely waited for Saturday and rushed there as on the wings. When he opened the door, I met candles and petals of roses everywhere.
The apartment was weakly lit, acoustic music played quietly. He brought me to his living room and offered a glass of champagne.
I sat on the sofa, he was located next to me. We spoke, and it seemed to me that I knew him all my life. We laughed, drank and looked into each other’s eyes, with difficulty realizing that my father’s friend will happen now. He was so good, and the sexual tension between us was just crazy.
I came closer to him. He removed my hair behind my ear, I smiled at him, came closer and passionately kissed his suck, and he pulled me over himself. We moaned slightly and enjoyed every second. He began to pull off my blouse, exposing my chest. Then, taking my red nipple in his mouth, he groaned quietly, ran a free hand between my legs and began to caress my pussy through panties.
He gently threw me back and began to cover my naked body with kisses, slowly dropping lower and lower. Then I got up between my legs. He mentally photographed my pussy and put his warm tongue into me. How good he was in this! He made my legs tremble. I grabbed him by the beard, and my already wet pussy began to drip juices on his sofa.
When I lay on my back, my tongue began to caress my clitoris, and I thought that I had died and got into heaven.
He stopped and rose higher so that his face was on the same level with my. He kissed my neck and whispered that I drove him crazy from the very first day when we met in my kitchen. I grabbed his face and kissed him, he pulled a member from his trousers and began to push him deep into my swollen pink pussy. He gasped, and I groaned when he penetrated deeper and deeper into me, kissing my neck.
His cock pulsed in me. He ordered me to be silent because my sweet moans made him finish faster. My pussy grabbed his cock, and with each slow impetus he fought more and more to hold back orgasm. We both sweat, he retained a slow rhythm and closed his eyes. I told him that I was on the verge of orgasm. I had never felt anything like it before, but I knew for sure what was happening to me. I told him to end deep inside me, then his blows to become faster. He grabbed my hair and gently bit my nipples before I started to finish. I felt as if he was burning with passion, my orgasm was so strong that I all trembled, and then he finished deeply in my tight, warm pussy. My pussy pulsed from orgasm, and I felt that his warm sperm inside me seemed to be electrified.
His sperm filled me, but he made a few more shocks before he completely stopped. And we both lay, breathing heavily and smiling with satisfaction.
Then we went to the shower together, we washed each other, kissed and fooling around, pouring my chest with foam. It was so romantic that I still remember this night with trepidation. I did not drag more daddy acquaintances to bed, but I still like to run my eyes about my father’s friends
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