"Tell me. Do you want to fuck my throat?" - I answered"Sure" ...looking at me while I lick your balls ..." ...oh yeah!" ... and maybe... force me to s...ick my tongue in your asshole?" Beautiful!" Ok. enough that you order it to me ... and I will do that".He was silent probably imagining the scene."But please remember that I do not want any kind of gay language or other niceties. Only orders and if you like it... also insults" - I concluded"Ok, do not worry ... Ehm ....you also wrote about piss. The door lets into a small entryway with laundry utilities and a coat rack. When he pauses to kick off his shoes, she follows suit. When he pauses to make a statement, she attacks.His eyes are wide in surprise as she pushes him up against the wall and smashes her lips against his. She presses her whole body against his and probes his lips with her tongue, but he resists. She pulls back to chastise him."Stephanie... Sarah... Stop!" he gasps."I think not," she croons as she attacks again.Her. I opened my skirt side in a dancing way and threw the skirt on his face. He took the skirt and smelled it. I went near him and caught his face from behind and started smooching him. There was no you turn now, My dad was fully co-operating me. We both were totally engrossed in it and fell on the couch. He started pressing my boobs I started moaning “ahh dad yes press than hard dad they are all yours”. I started opening his clothes and removed in no time. He was in his under wear and I was. The memories brought back by the sight, sound, and smell of her tried to fill me with lust, but the hole she had left when she dumped me made it all drain out. I stopped, watching her squirm and my cock throb as we shared the frustration. Starting again and stopping again, I edged us both—several times.“Please,” she begged when I left her hanging once more. “Fuck me, lick me, rub me, do something!” she whined. Morphia leaned closer to watch, obviously enjoying the performance.I intended to deny.