Standing at the kitchen sink I could feel you watching me from the door way. I could feel your eyes boring into the back of me and I could feel my tem...er rising. Without turning I ask sarcastically, ‘Do you actually want something or are you just propping up the wall?’You take another swig of your beer and flip the empty can into the washing up water in front of me. In an instant I grab it, throwing it back hard and watch as the dirty water splatters all over your clean white shirt. I don’t. Her pussy gripped his cock with a death grip the minute the butt plug swelled up. He could barely pull it out, struggling hard to shove it back in again. He gave it another few pumps, Monika gasping louder now as her asshole was stretched from the inside.“You’re killing me,” Monika cried out, her stomach cramping as it felt like a giant balloon was inflated in her guts. Nick didn’t stop, pumping more air into the butt plug, Monika’s ass shooting up just in time to take a powerful thrust that. “Do you want Daddy’s cock baby?” he asked. “Yes Daddy, please give me your cock Daddy,” I whimpered, holding onto his muscular shoulders. Daddy gave me what I asked for, stuffing his thick cock into my juicy pussy, pounding it, trying to get his whole rod inside of me. I was moaning and holding onto to Daddy as he used my teenage pussy to make himself feel good. He was owning me, claiming me, dominating me like the good little slut I was for him. “There you go baby, does that feel good? Do you. Die Jungs auf unserem Internat hatten oft richtige Pornozeitschriften auf Lager. Einmal fiel mir so eine Zeitschrift in die Hand und ich hatte ein Deja Vu. Ein Mann leckte einer Frau die Muschi, so wie es der Auszubildende Hannes damals bei meiner Mutter gemacht hatte. Auf einem anderen Foto sah ich eine Szene, die mich an Onkel Max und Mama erinnerte. Jetzt drei Jahre später wurde mir einiges klar. Meine Mutter war nicht krank, sie war einfach nur geil. Selber in der Pubertät und dem Erwachen.