And it pissed him off.Dammit, that was supposed to be him! A star! He was going to be a man other men wanted to be; a man women wanted to be with. He ...as going to write the songs that would make the whole world stand up and sing! And now, here he was, working in an office, staring at computer screens, in a sweater vest, holding a coffee mug... It sucked to be so ... normal ... so mundane ... And he felt like such an asshole sometimes when he’d wake up in the early morning, his alarm clock. Mere boobs ka size 36 hain jise dekh ke ladko ka lund khada ho jaata hain.kunal hamesha mujhe hasata tha or kosish karta tha ki main hamesha khush rahu.dheere dheere hamari dosti pyaar main badal gayi or phir ghoomne phirne ka daur chalu ho gaya tha.kunal ne kabhi bhi mujhe touch karne ki kosish nahi ki.Par ek shaam jab hum dono uski car main ghoom rahe the to usne mujhse kaha ki vo mujhe kiss karna chahta hain.thodi der mana karne ke baad main maan gayi.uske garam garam honth jab mere honthon. I wanted to be his bad, slutty little daughter more than anything in the world. I set the laptop beside me and spread my legs, diving my hand into my skintight jeans. I was shocked at what I found. I was soaked. My pussy was dripping and burning with heat I'd never experienced before. And I indulged, furiously beginning to circle my fingers around my swollen, aching clit.On the screen, Lisa was sucking her 'Daddy's' cock. Hard, and fast. She was slurping at him and easily proving his. She wasn’t sure she could do it. Was pretty sure she couldn’t. He lifted his hand in warning, and she found the courage. She slid them down to her ankles. “I prefer skirts,” he said. “Next time, you better be wearing one. Panties down too.” She looked at him, her eyes begging. His eyes met hers, then he looked at her pants, then down at her ankles. Quick as she could, she lowered her pants down to join her slacks. She stood there, exposed before him, wondering if he could tell how wet she was,.