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(Hey everyone! I thought I’d try a short series in which each entry is from the perspective of the two people involved. The first is the My character, Johnathan Roberts, star of several of my other stories. All characters in this story are fictional, and are over the age of 18. Enjoy!)
LAYTON’S PERSPECTIVE
Well it was obvious that I had, despite a past history of making really bad decisions, managed to make a good one. The sex was really incredible, and the best part was that my “Daddy” (I was still loathing to call him that at this point) seemed genuinely concerned with me as a person. I had been worried that it would be nothing caddebostan escort more than him humping me, blowing his load, and off he’d go. But so far he was wowing me out of the bedroom as well.
Take today. After a scrumptious breakfast from the nightstand he brought back a small ‘mini’ bullet vibrator and handed it to me. It took no prompting or instruction.
As I applied it to my swollen clit he pushed hard, bottoming out, and I could hear his cock squelching inside me. With one more slap of the ass and the vibrator, I closed my eyes and came hard, again, the feeling of his cock in my ass can escort sending me into exquisite rapture.
My legs were almost beyond use at this stage, it was only the fact that I was impaled on this man’s cock that kept me up on all fours. He tensed as his own orgasm built. I could feel it twitching inside my ass. His eyes also squinted as he pushed into me one last time, and as he roared I could feel him filling my bowels with pulse after pulse of his hot seed. With a soft plop, he went soft and pulled out. He let go of my hips, and we collapsed on the bed, totally spent and exhausted.
Unlike the previous day with çanakkale escort the lotion, after quite a bit of afterglow my ‘Man'(?) was able to rouse me from the bed, and we giggled as we both went to the shower on shaky legs. There, he washed the sweat and cum off me. ‘Dressing’ me in another skimpy set satin Cami type PJs (with panties this time), we went down to his very nice kitchen, wherein he completed the cilantro-lime marinated chicken over rice (honestly the food alone is almost worth the experience!).
We sat for a time on the deck, outside ‘my’ bedroom (as we had thoroughly soiled the bedding in the other bedroom) in my Cami’s, him naked, enjoying a bit of wine as the sun set over the Gulf, and after one more bit of ‘fun’, I spooned back into this/my ‘Man.’ I felt totally safe and relaxed as his cock nestled against the PJ’s & between my fanny cheeks, and we drifted off to a good sleep.
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