If/when I spotted a daddy I wanted to have fuck me I'd start of by making eye contact with him. Not to brag but I was a daddy's wet dream. I was 5'4" ...05lbs black hair and blue eyes. Once I'd catch his eye I'd slowly start to stroke my cock under the towel I'd have on. If he kept watching I'd pull out my cock and keep stroking so he could see me. (along with everyone in the room) Most of the time the guy would come up and sit next to me and start to stroke his cock too. After a few mins. of. My owner’s house has got two doors, one door is visible for the people walking on the street and the other door is quite hidden from the public view. As I expected, aunty opened the first door with sleepy eyes and a surprised look on her face. I signalled her to open the other door.She just rejected with big poking eyes. But I begged her with folded hands and told her I need only two minutes. She said no again.On requesting again, she closed the first door and opened the second door. I just. Hawk said, "This tape is wonderful stuff! How could we ever do without it?"There was a door leading off the landing into a short hallway, as well as a flight of steps leading further down into the building. They decided to investigate the hallway before going downstairs. Two doors led off the hall; one was a broom closet, but the other led into an office storage area. There were boxes of office supplies, pencils, pens, paper clips, that sort of thing. But there were two locked filing. Our night chats had something in common. My hands on my dick and her hands on her pussy – while mine was hard, hers was dripping.Our chats always ended with drippings of our juicy wet cums. We loved seeing each other’s cums. Our chats became voice recordings slowly and that turned even hotter. We even used to do some kind of sex role plays in the recordings, and that added fun even more.In all these talks, we never showed our bodies. Our fetishes, kinky imaginations were enough to make us on.