βββ dadβs best friend LEON KENNEDY whose lips press in a kiss right on your soft ankleβ you legs, spread wide open, rest on both of his shoulders, where they sit so nicely against his burning sweaty skin. your pussy walls squeeze him tightly and squirt all over his cock, fucked rough and messy into the older manβs hotel mattress for the third time this week.
as if itβs been in dire need to be stretched out again by his greedy cock in the span of three days and itβs barely wednesdayβ you walk straight into his room, dizzy and drunk on his cock, plump ass still tender and tight pussy sore and hurting from the nonstop, borderline animalistic sex and fingers drenched in squirt.
leonβs guilt is eating him up from the inside; the more guilt he feels for secretly fucking his best friendβs daughter and the more it consumes his thoughts, the harder his veins pulse right down the length of his cock while heβs buried inside you. his balls brim with sticky cum, plapping against your bare ass, βah, fuckβ you take it so well, sweet girl. open your mouth for me.β
what a sick nasty pervert. he shouldnβt feel so good having you sprawled in his hotel room with his fingers pushed down your throat. but leon watches your manicured fingers shake and drawing circles, trying so hard to abstain from waking the entire building up.
he pushes them to the side, dripping spit from his mouth down your swollen clit and dragging his fingers in circles while slowing down the pace of his thrusts to help you and placing another kiss on your ankle, βthere you go. feels good, angel?β
you can feel the smell of sex all around you. in between your voiceless moans and leonβs grunts, it drips sticky and heavy down the walls and oozing out of your every pore. it smells like leon, masculine, like a man whoβs been busy: shamelessly filling up his best friendβs daughter with cum all day long. his cologne is faint, leathery, long gone.
you can feel it radiate slightly right under his jaw, each time his abs press on your tummy and his cock slides with ease right back inside you, tip bruising your cervix so slightly, when he puts his weight on you, emptying his balls of cum inside you.
β ᨳ(ｑ Λ Β³(Β΄ Λ `ｑ) . βΉ β έ ΰ«’ πΛ eighteen plus only. πππππ!ππππ πππππ πππ π ππππππ ππ πππππ ππππππ ππππ ππππππ πππ . . . his large warm hands suddenly clamp down on your hips, stilling your rocking completely. youβre on top, taking every thick inch of him, and he doesnβt let you move. he just wants you to sit there, filled to the brim with him, while his gaze drinks you in. his thumbs draw slow, lazy circles on the supple skin of your hips, a stark contrast to the unyielding fullness of him deep inside you.
a minute ago he was pounding into you, the rhythmic slap of your bodies echoing in the room as he chased your orgasm, his cock repeatedly bruising your cervix. but now, he just wants to pause. to feel. he can feel that spongy little knot of nerves deep inside you that the head of his cock is nudging, a promise of the pleasure he can give you even in stillness. he just wants to admire the beautiful woman he somehow managed to get on top of him, the one he could finally call his.
the age gap between you two is always enough to turn heads whenever youβre out doing things together, you in your mid-twenties and him pushing fifty, but god, it only turns you on more. youβve always loved older men. guys your own age felt like fumbling boys; they could never satisfy you, never in the way leon has. heβs one of a kind, and you fully intend on keeping him forever. it might sound silly to anyone else, but youβve never been more serious about anything in your life.
his voice, a low and gravelly rumble, pulls you out of your thoughts. βfuck, baby, i could stay buried in you all day, with no complaints.β his hands slide from your hips, moving up your stomach to cup your breasts, his thumbs teasing your already hard nipples. βshe was made just for daddy, huh?β
you let out a soft, breathy sigh at the feeling, leaning into his touch. βmhm, just for you. nobody else.β
a slow, impossibly smug smirk spreads across his face. he loves when youβre little miss possessive right back.
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