during nap time, we had a chance to watch something rated r.
i chose scream. it was on sale and it’s one of my favorites.
Daddy’s dick was in my mouth before casey even lied about having a boyfriend.
i took turns sucking him & riding him, while semi-attractive adults pretended to be teens being terrorized by one of their own.
at one point, i noticed the smoothness of Daddy’s balls & i had to put them in my mouth.
& honestly? one thing led to another & then i had an assembly line. cock, balls, asshole. cock, balls, asshole. asshole. asshole.
i didn’t miss a beat, but he stopped me & told me to get on the stool behind the couch.
at this point, sidney had really just started finding out skeet ulrich’s whole dealio.
when i climbed onto the stool, he pressed me down, folding me over the couch. the stool was chilly & i had to hang off of it but when he slid into my pussy, all the way, i couldn’t think about anything else.
he fucked my pussy until it dropped. then he fucked my ass, hand on the back of my neck so i couldn’t sit up or move much. it was one slow, long push—one where i thought i was dying—& then, slow, continuous withdrawal.
i could just try to take it.
i could just try to relax around his dick, stretching me a little too quickly.
i could just watch neve campbell be tormented while i could just grip the couch
& i could just take deep breaths but slowly b/c i was coming so hard, i was losing microseconds of consciousness.
somewhere between rolled eyes & astral projection, i came apart.
but then Daddy said he had to fill my asshole, so i came then too.
tears sprang to my eyes & ran down my cheeks nearly simultaneously.
when he pulled out of me, he had to lean on the couch right next to me.
& matthew lillard was getting a little woozy. i could relate
it was quick & it was hard & it was messy & it hurt; it was a really lovely afternoon.
