Running, Chapter 5

22 Ocak 2023 Kapalı Yazar: analsex

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A horrible burning smell hit his nostrils and for a brief moment Tom thought he’d been subsumed directly into hell for the sin he’d just committed with his daughter. But then the kitchen smoke alarm began blaring, and Tom realized he’d left something – he couldn’t quite remember what – on the stove. Brin giggled a little as her dad jumped off her and started for the kitchen. His cock was still hard, glistening with her moisture and his cum, and it flapped up and down as he tried to hurry. As he turned into the kitchen, she caught a glimpse of his firm ass. She was stunned by what had happened. It was only recently that she’d thought of her Dad as sexy, and it was only very recently that she’d allowed him into her fantasies. Had she been trying to seduce him all along? Brin really didn’t know the answer to that question. What she did know was that she wanted him again as soon as possible. She got up from the couch and moved to stand in the kitchen doorway. Her dad had managed to silence the alarm by turning on the exhaust fan and throwing open a window, and he was now standing at the sink rinsing out the ruined skillet. Brin padded silently across the room until she was behind him, then slipped her arms around his waist as she pressed her body against istanbul travesti him. “Hi, Dad,” she said softly. “I’m sorry, Brin.” “No you’re not, Dad. And neither am I,” Brin replied, running her hands up and down Tom’s torso. No, I’m not, Tom thought, and that’s the fucking problem isn’t it? I’ve just had sex with my daughter, which horrifies me. But I’ve also just fucked one of the sexiest women I know, and I want to fuck her again. Tom turned around, aware that his cock was already starting to rise, and he doubted the stiffness of Brin’s nipples had anything to do with standing nude in the kitchen. He embraced her, and Brin kissed his chest softly. When Brin pulled away, Tom felt a stab of disappointment. But she just took his hand in hers and pulled him toward the door. “C’mon, Dad, let’s get cleaned up,” she said quietly. Tom followed in her wake like a puppy on a leash, through the den – the den of iniquity, he had time to think and laughed at himself – and up the stairs. He was prepared for Brin to take him into her room, but she bypassed it and headed into the master bedroom. Tom felt another jolt of guilt as he looked at the carefully made bed he shared with Lexi and the photo of her with Brin that istanbul travestileri was on his nightstand. Brin turned, reaching up and sliding her arms around her Dad’s neck. “Kiss me,” she said as she looked right into Tom’s eyes. Tom lowered his face to hers and their mouths met. It was a slow, languorous kiss. Loving, playful, sweet; not two mouths crushed together in a “tongue fight” like they’d shared earlier. Tom slid his hands down his daughter’s back until he was cupping her firm ass. His stiff prick brushed against her belly, and when Brin reached between them to take it in her hand, Tom pushed harder against her. Again, Brin broke their embrace, but this time instead of leading him by the hand, she led Tom by the cock over to the bed. She threw back the covers and got on the bed, on her knees as her dad stood at the edge and smiled. She draped her arms around his neck again. “I thought you said we needed a shower,” Tom said. “No, I didn’t,” Brin replied, her eyes sparkling and mischevious. “I said, ‘let’s get cleaned up.’” “There’s a difference?” Tom asked. “Yes, a biiiiggg difference,” Brin said, grasping her dad’s cock again. Tom laughed at her double entendre and played along. “And what travesti would that be?” “Well,” Brin said, stroking Tom’s cock and looking him dead in the eye, “one involves water.” “And the other?” “Just this,” Brin replied, releasing her dad’s cock, placing her mouth on his chest and licking him. Tom was amused by his daughter’s playfulness, but amusement became full out arousal as Brin didn’t stop. She kissed and licked his nipples, running her hands over Tom’s back and sides. Then she began to lick her way up and down her father’s body, over his belly and just above his cock. Finally she took his shaft in her hand again, and, with a murmured “mmmmm,” lifted it and gave him a long, slow lick from his balls to the head. All that time, her eyes never left Tom’s. “Wanna clean up, Dad?” “Yes, baby.” “Mmmm, then you should get on the bed.” Brin slid back, still on her knees, while Tom moved onto the bed. They embraced and their mouths came together again, a deep, probing kiss that left Brin breathless. She placed her hands on her dad’s chest and urged him to lie down. She straddled him, supporting herself with her hands and knees on either side of Tom’s body. Her hair hung down around her face as she leaned down to kiss him again. Tom ran his hands up and down the smooth skin of Brin’s thighs as their tongues swirled in and out of each other’s mouths. He was in a daze – denial really – that his nude daughter was here in the bed he shared with Lexi, his cock still slick from having fucked her on the sofa just a short while ago.

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