“Suck my nipple, Jeremy,” I said.He did. He was rough, without much finesse, but he licked around it and sucked it, doing the best he could. I dec...ded we should move on.“OK, Jeremy, eat my pussy.”He drew back, his eyes wide.“I couldn’t… I mean… really? Your… pussy? Really?”“Oh, Jeremy,” I said. “It’s not that difficult. Look, I spread my legs, yeah? I put my finger where your tongue should go. I’m rubbing myself, but you would be licking me.”It actually felt pretty good. I enjoyed masturbating. 'my dad's watching!' i thought to my self as i latered uo my pussy. when i got out, he was gone. going int my room, i made sure to see if my dad was looking, he was. i walked past his door, naked. I woke up when i was done dreaming about my dad. i had been wearind a white, cotten dress and he had been wearing just jeans. he had taken my to the beach, where we rolled into the water as he pmped me full of his hot, sicky cum, my pussy ached to be rubbed, but i did't give in. the hot summer air. She released my hand leaving it under her firm breast while reached forward to grasp the counter. I leaned into her and whispered, ‘Baby, the next game we play the losers has to make love to the winner.’ She replied, ‘I thought those were the rules for the last game.’ Hearing her response, my body instantly rages with hunger. I let my hands explore her body, as she stood there braced against the counter. I teased her breast quickly and then gently ran my hands across the rest of her body,. I trace my finger across the nape of your neck, then lean forward, and run my tongue across the soft skin that flutters with your pulse, tasting the sweat. The rasp of your roughened fingers leaves chills as it lifts the edges of my shirt, conditioned air blowing cool against my heated flesh. Teasing touches. Crossing my arms and yanking, I tug the shirt off over my head. Your eyes follow my movements, the pulse at your throat now jumping visibly. Standing there in my skirt and bra, just.