“It’s probably his ex-wife and daughter he was telling me about in the restaurant,” I thought at the time. He just left a picture of them as a memento after the divorce.”
And it would have been all right if the frame hadn’t been engraved:
“To my beloved husband from wife and daughter, January 2022.”
‘ And now it’s December of that same year. John said he divorced his wife years ago, so it turns out he hid that he was married?!”, these thoughts swirled incredibly awkwardly in my head as the man used both hands to thrust my ass on his cock.
– Yes, Alice, yes, my girl! – Clenched his teeth, he muttered.
“Alice? Who is she?”
As I looked at the photo, I noticed that the girl standing next to John looked strikingly like me.
“Alice! I remembered! That’s the daughter of the man who’s fucking me, apparently, right in his family bed. He was telling me about her while we were having dinner. So while we’re having sex, John imagines he’s fucking his own daughter?!”
My mind, heated by lust and alcohol, took this information in an unusual light. I knew that I should be extremely outraged that the man who was fucking me now had first lied to me about my divorce and then imagined that he was fucking his own daughter instead of me, but for some reason, it excited me wildly.
– Yes, come on, Daddy, fuck me harder! – I declared in a trembling voice.
– Oh, arch your back, baby!
John squeezed my breasts in his hands and accelerated his thrusts. My body was throbbing in ecstasy, but at the same time, I felt like a dirty slut: cheating on my boyfriend, sleeping with an older, married man for money, and playing the role of his daughter in the sex. This all sounds unacceptable and wild to a normal person, but at that moment this information worked on me better than any aphrodisiac.
– Oh-h-h-h,” John moaned from behind me. – I’m coming!
– Stop! Not in me.
Before I could finish my sentence, I felt a powerful stream of cum begins to fill my vagina. My pussy, unable to withstand the feelings bubbling inside me, began to cum, too. My knees couldn’t hold me any longer, so I collapsed onto the bed. John’s hot sperm spurted from my vagina onto the bedclothes. I cramped from the violent orgasm, after which I just passed out.
To be continued…
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