She wished she had seen how and who had started it but was happy to see the fucking action. Watching her husband fucking her daughter was so wrong and...yet she saw the lustful need they have for each other. They were not father and daughter anymore but just two humans using the other for their own need no matter how they did it. She saw the rawness in their brutal fucking. She saw their sweat covered bodies. The intensity and the power they were generating to get their final reward. She wanted. "you know what, I'm getting tired of these accusations time and time again! every time we go out it's always the same!" he said stepping back. "But I saw you, I fucking saw it!" "Fuck you, I don't care if you're a TV star. There's only so much I can take of this shit!" he said spinning on his heals and storming out the bar. Carol didn't follow him instead just threw her handbag at him as she ursed his name. After the scene there was utter silence as Carol Vorderman carried on drinking her. I watched wide eyed as his fist pumped up and down it. I could not help but imagine myself on my knees in front of it, this would be what it would look like. I could remember the feeling of it in my mouth, the fullness of it. I could remember the taste, the unforgettable taste of his thick, white, sticky cum as it flooded into my mouth and flooded my senses. My nervousness was fading away as cock lust began to take over again.After school, I raced to Jon’s house, looking forward to being alone.. Gradually, our movements became less desperate, slowing moment by moment until we were still, our breathing labored and loud. Bonnie had her arms wrapped around me and her head on my shoulder, her cheek pressed against mine. We were both silent, a feeling almost like awe over both us. We were each savoring the afterglow of our orgasms, relaxing into the utter lassitude that follows exceptionally good sex. Finally, I broke the silence and whispered, "Bonnie, I'm sorry. I've wanted this for so.
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