I want to hear you call me daddy," he whispered into her ear. For reasons which neither could explain, Stan eased his thrusts for a moment, and there ...as a slight pause. He was surprised, but said nothing as Mia turned her head slightly, catching sight of his face out of the corner of her tearful eye. The moment seemed to stretch out forever, but then she turned her head back again, facing the wall. "Papa," she said quietly.Stan's cock throbbed hard within her as she met him on her own terms,. At five foot two, Ella was a petite, curly haired cutie who hid her pretty face behind glasses. She usually could be found reading or, later at night, fantasising about Darren. They had spoken at neighbourhood barbeques and she had hung out at his pool as he seldom used it due to his workload and so invited others to enjoy. Although he was the crush of many on the street, Ella had not failed to notice his preference for the married mothers who visited his house in secret. A few weeks earlier,. I throat-fucked her; violently, like a train. She gagged and choked, but it meant nothing to me. She knew that she was in for hell if she bit on my cock, so with all the strength she possessed she kept her mouth open. And I throat fucked her for a good five minutes. What was five minutes compared to an hour? By the time I was ready, Teresa looked as if she was preparing to lose consciousness. I pulled my dick from her throat and began jerking myself profusely, staring down at the stupid. At that moment one of the two guys looked up and saw her, he grabbed the arm of the other guy and they quickly turned around and went back into the sheds, as though they had forgotten something. It barely registered, she was only interested in getting her man and getting home, quickly. As she approached the sheds it hit her, that wonderful smell that turned her on so much when she was with her man after the game, the smell of sweat and liniment of 17 (34 if you counted both teams) guys who had.