She was around twenty-fiveish, long blonde with died streaks of black sporadically placed, average sized breasts, but with a body tailor made for fuck...ng. While I stood there chit-chatting I began to imagine her gagged, bound, with my cock buried inside her ass while she moaned with pleasure. As I become aroused I excused myself and retreated to my living room so I could observe safely hidden away while I jacked off.I continued to fantasize about her Layla more and more. One night while I. I buried into her snatch again and again. My balls smacked into her while I pictured it was Candy I fucked.My sweet, young, nubile daughter. I grunted, groaned. I slammed forward hard. Fast. I buried to the hilt in her snatch. I plundered her cunt with powerful strokes. Her pussy clenched around me. She gripped me. Held me tight. That pussy felt amazing in me. A wonderful treat to enjoy. “You're fucking me so hard, Daddy!”“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped, getting lost to the fantasy. “Such a tight. I gasped as the sting spread out from my bottom and my body jerked. He held me tighter with his left arm and it’s that feeling, of helplessness under the strength of a man’s grip that makes being spanked so exciting for me. He whipped me with his fingertips, each time holding me tighter as he did, stopping my body from reacting and reinforcing his superiority. I had no intention of trying to wriggle free. I wanted to take whatever he wanted to give me and his hand slapped down over my bottom,. Rose pulled the little door open, and again, found no towels."Did I really forget to grab a towel?" Rose said, sounding very unsure. She had never forgotten a towel before. Something weird was going on.Rose tried not to think about it. Her towels must be in the basement in the dryer. Where else could they be?She put her hand on the doorknob of the bathroom, and opened it. It wasn't often Rose was naked outside of her bedroom or bathroom. She was alone for the time being, which was good, but it.