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I've never had a guy back there. It's the only cherry hole I have for you. It's yours, Daddy. I'm yours.” He groaned, his fully-hard dick throbbing. As he reached over to open my drawer, I shoved a pillow beneath my rump, elevating my hips. I hugged my legs to my torso, my knees bent. My nipples rubbed against them as I squirmed, my asshole feeling so exposed. “What is this?” Daddy asked. He pulled out my silver vibrator. “Where did you get this?” “Internet,” I said. “Thanks for paying my allowance to my PayPal account! Makes things easy to shop online.” “Damn,” he muttered. He grabbed it. “Your mother has one like this.” I blinked at that. “She loves it when I do this.” He turned it on by twisting the base. I gasped as he plunged it into my pussy. It massaged my cum-filled indian depths. I shuddered, my asshole clenching. My toes curled. I hugged my tits tight to my chest as the toy buzzed away inside of me. “Daddy!” I whimpered as it churned away in me. He pulled out the bottle of Pink Passion, the lube in there dyed its namesake's color. I shuddered as he popped open the top and smeared it on his fingers. With the vibrator churning up my cunt, I groaned and whimpered, eager for him to get my asshole ready. He rubbed his fingers against my sphincter. He coated my backdoor in the lube. I trembled, my pussy squeezing down on the buzzing toy. It was incredible, teasing me. Massaging me. The pleasure rippled through my body, making me whimper. Then I gasped. “Daddy!” I groaned as his first finger penetrated my bowels. I had never felt anything like it before. I’m just an office guy. Married, No. Klaus spoke. “I’m not TRYING to be funny! When did you arrive? From that point, Hayley was also transitioned to being always bottomless, her cunt never covered. So I dragged him in by his feet and fucking jumped on it. Pound indian me. I'm cumming!” “ In love?! “Something going on,” I tell her. And then there was this last paper, his ‘masterpiece’ he called it, that really went over the line where he described in detail what he would do to her in bed. Kind of a personal dare to herself. “Uh-huh,” she moaned clenching her bowels about my pounding cock again. He, on the other hand, had other ideas and held my head firm against his pelvis. “You turned my girlfriend into a glazed doughnut.” Lucilla frowned as she ascended the steps. “Don’t worry Tanya; we’ll cover you up if we think that we need to.” "Better" Bea told her younger sister, "but still not enough" she added. “Do a good job,” she said as she turned, walking out of her room to leave him alone, glancing back only briefly, a smirk on her face, “Or else I’ll talk to Shahira about blindfolds.”