Wrong address, Right cock

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It never would’ve happened if that dumbass at the bar would’ve given me the right address. He was tall and dark. It was lust at first sight. The only problem was that he was there with a date. He discreetly slipped me his address and said, “I’ll drop her off and let’s get together.”
He called me an hour later and I was on my way. My pussy was already wet, thinking about the fucking I was going to get. My dark stud was sure to have a large cock from the bulge he was packing.
I found it strange that he lived in such a nice, suburban neighborhood. He struck me as an apartment or loft kinda guy. I adjusted my hair and boobs and knocked on the door. An older man answered and I asked for Jake. “There is no Jake here, but please come on in.” I was a bit drunk and so horny that I accepted. “You look so much like my little sister. It’s just uncanny.” he said. He poured me some wine.
He was a smooth talker and when I saw his cock, I was in lust again. He was an excellent lover. He ate my pussy until I creamed. His lips brought my nipples to sharp, throbbing points. And when he pushed his cock into me, I was in heaven. He pumped me with no mercy, making me scream. I wrapped my legs around him as he gushed into my tight slit. “Oh sissy, I love your pussy so much. I’ve missed you.” I couldn’t take any more. I thought of my own sexy brother and my pink taco exploded. “Oh, Bubba, fuck me hard. Make me cum like you always do.”
We both laughed afterward, knowing that our incest secret was safe. I know we’ll be seeing more of each other.

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