Daddy?

incest phone sex passion (2)

I don’t really go for older men but there was this one I could not resist. He was tall, had nice muscles and a bald head I wanted to rub. He spotted me in the coffee shop and couldn’t stop staring my big bouncy tits. I told him if he liked what he saw to come back to my apartment with me. I wasted no time trying to get that big black fuck meat in my mouth. He told me his name was Robert Johnson and that name seemed eerily familiar. I had no time to think about where I heard it from though because in less than thirty minutes we were at my place making out. I had a handful of that thick rod he had in his pants. “Yea, you feel the heat Daddy’s packin?” he asked as he ripped off my bra. At that moment I flashed back to the day where my mother told me my real father’s name. I never met him because my mom was a quick one night stand for him and he had a wife. I didn’t know how Rob would react to finding out he was about to bury his dick deep inside his little girl so I didn’t say anything. I dropped to my knees and took a mouth full of my father’s big black cock. I knew one day I would find my daddy! I just never expected it to be as he skull fucked me to tears. As Robert grabbed my hips and thrust harder and harder, my cunt oozed out cream from the thought of having my real daddy inside of me. He slapped my ass and kept telling me to call him daddy… if only he knew how much I really meant it.

 incest phone sex passion (2)

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