Joy is home for the summer from her first year of college, and she’s still a virgin . . . . She's been saving herself for a special someone to come along, and she finally knows who that special someone will be—her own step-father!
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She cast her gaze pointedly down to the tent in my pants. I tried to cross my legs, but she jumped forward and held my knee back.
“No! I like that! I like seeing that! It’s for me, isnt it?” Her eyes were wide and bright, shimmering with intensity. I stared at her mutely. I had no idea what to do! “That boner is for me, and I want it, I want it in my pussy. Because I love you, and I have what you need, and by the looks of it, you have what I need!” Her hand reached for my face and caressed my cheek. I knew I should stop her, but I allowed her to keep stroking my stubble. Her cool slender fingers felt so good on my flesh. “I’m a virgin, did you know that?”
“Oh, uh, I wouldn’t have thought to pry into—”
“I am. I’ve always been careful, always knew I’d choose the man carefully. It had to be someone I loved, someone who loved me. I waited for him to come along, but the choice is so obvious now. It’s become obvious to me ever since you held me in your arms at the train station . . . and I felt your hardness . . . and saw that you stayed hard for me all the way home! Yes, I noticed that, you thought I didn’t? Thought you could hide it? I knew I wanted it, wanted that . . . cock. Oh God, Daddy, you’re the one!”
And she leaned in, wrapping her soft arms around my shoulders, molding her mouth to mine, the firm tip of her tongue probing at my lips. I absolutely could not resist . . . I had not been with a woman in years . . . and I returned the kiss with passion, my hand rising to hold the back of her head, my fingers spreading out through the roots of those cool, lustrous locks to massage her scalp.
Joy pushed forward into me and I fell back against the pillow, the length of her body pressed to mine. My cock surged up against her belly and she moaned into my mouth, rubbed her soft, bare midriff against that hardness as she plunged her slick tongue past my teeth. I moaned back and gave her tongue a partner for the dance. . . .
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