” Brandi couldn’t stop thinking about her trip to South America with her mom and dad, when she was sixteen, and particularly about Alessandro, her...Dad’s relative’s stepson.“Cousin?”“Yeah, well, sort of. He’s a God—at lease he would be if he wasn’t such a Bad Boy. I wanted to fuck him more than anything. If only he could have been my first instead of stupid Clint Fengler.”“You’re such a slut. Clint’s a pig.”“Yeah, I know, but… He’s coming over now.”“Clint?” Candi asked with horror.“No,. Hot. Burning with something that felt good too. She couldn't explain it. Her body ached and she knew that it was wrong to do this with her father. Wrong. It felt wrong but she didn't want it to stop either. This only made her cry more. She was so confused and lost. What she thought these last few weeks...all of it... What was real and what was not? Her mind was swimming but was quickly emptied everytime she felt the hard thing between his legs push inside her. Right when it went in hurt the. You grab my hips, grounding me. “Not yet, love,” you say. I take a few deep breaths. I know it will be that much more amazing if I hold out. I lie on my back and you tie my hands over my head. You bend my knees, pushing them out, and tie them to the side of the bed. I have a little slack, not much. I can’t straighten my legs. You slide a pillow under my ass. You test it; you push my legs up a little. You whisper in my ear, “Mmm, perfect access to that juicy pussy and inviting ass.” You push. I let her go and her head slumped back onto the mattress. The cum on her lip was now rolling down her face and she caught it before it descended to her neck and seductively looked at me while she brought it to her mouth. “I will call you back in a second honey,” she said as she hung up the phone. “Fuck, you even taste good.” she said bluntly. “My God. You came so much. I am covered in your cum." At her words my cock twitched, and she seen it. “Oh no big boy,” she laughed. “Once is enough.” .