I felt his muscles tense up and realized my question might’ve sounded a bit naughtier than I had intended. ![]() “Are you afraid to touch me?” I asked him. I was not very interested in what he was watching, but it was better than the uncomfortable position of before. I had turned a bit more this time, placing my back against his chest. I made sure he did not have the remote nearby, so he had no choice but to place his hand somewhere on me. The next time I did it, I waited again until he was watching something that interested him enough to stay seated even while I crawled into his lap. It wasn’t very comfortable, but it was all I’d be getting for now. I leaned to the side, resting my head against his chest. He was holding it to keep his hand occupied, not knowing what else to do with it while I sat on his lap. I knew he wouldn’t use that as long as the game was on. He had one hand behind my back and the other was holding the remote. ![]() Probably thinking that I would get bored of it soon enough, he let me be. I wanted to see if I could still fit.” I explained. “I remember sitting on your lap all the time when I was little. “Sitting on your lap.” I replied cheekily. “What are you doing?” He asked me, not taking his eyes off the TV. I sat down sideways on his lap, using his arm as back-support. He was sitting in the corner, leaning back with one arm on the arm-rest. I was wearing black panties beneath a too large t-shirt, they were lace and covered only a small part of my backside. One night, several months after that last week of summer, my dad was watching sports from the sofa. Just hugs and kisses weren’t enough though. Perhaps I was, but he was mixing up cause and effect. He did not say anything about this either, except that I ‘seemed happier’ those days. I hugged him too, when he did something for me, when I’d done something that made him proud or just because. I kissed him before I went to bed, when I was about to leave or when he said something nice about me. I kissed my father again, just like I used to when I was little. I don’t think we ever touched unless accidentally. I kinda felt I’d gone too far, that last week of summer. Creampie.Didn’t seem an option at the time. The primal testosterone in the room is overpowering and she wants more, so the two of you cum in her mouth.Ĭlip Contains: Your best friend agrees to be your sperm donor, but despite all her promising your wife can’t stop herself from cumming on Alex Jones’s huge cock. You fuck his cum into her deeper, sliding your cock around in his seed. She begs him to put a baby in her, and grunting and moaning he releases a massive load inside of her. You’re mortified, but watching that enormous cock go in and out of your wife is the hottest thing you’ve ever seen in your life. She’s trying to apologize, but his cock makes her cum over and over again. ![]() She moans as he stretches out her tight little pussy. Your wife tries to not make a big deal out of it…but you can tell instantly she’s obsessed with his beautiful dick. He steps out and you beg your wife not to cum, she promises… But when she opens his pants you see it…. He’s totally into it, but seeing how willing he is to impregnate your wife instantly makes you have doubts. So the two of you set up a romantic evening with the three of you. He’s tall, handsome, intelligent, sweet… He’s everything a woman would want in a biological father. The first name on both of your lips is your best friend Alex. Turns out your sperm is to weak to do the job. After months and months of passionate baby making sex, your fertility doctor ran some tests. You and your wife have been trying to start a family for a while now.
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