Beau papa me défonce
p-kurbatov
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Duration: 23:00
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Submitted: 5 months ago
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My father and I have never been very close. It's not because of anything he did or whatever else. We just didn't have much to say to each other. Even when I had my first couple tattoos, something that I know he likes, we hardly talked about it. I think he doesn't want to hover over me or anything like that. But I always wanted us to be closer. And it's a bit strange, I know, but since he surprised me in my room, things are better. Partly because it's like we have a secret between us. Something that is just between us two. Every time I come home, I can say that his face lights up and he is happy to see me. He must know that I am excited to see him because my pants tighten instantly in wool! Despite this, we haven't done anything since. My ass was sore for a while afterward and he checked in with me occasionally to make sure that everything was okay. I was a bit embarrassed and tried to say that I was fine, but I could tell that he was nervous. I was also a bit giddy and didn't know what to do next. Was this the moment where we would be together again? Was it a sign? An invitation? Start talking more now having taken his dick inside me messed with my head. One night, while I was planning on going to bed, I saw him lying on the couch, legs spread wide in one of his colorful pants and a white tank top. It was a sight that I had seen several times in my life, but now, in the blue light of the television, it became something more than just my father tired. His arms seemed big and strong, reminding me how he would wrap them around me when we made love. His furry legs caught the light, making him glow. And between his legs, I could see the heavy mass of his virility, thick and soft. Normally, I would either wake him up or put a blanket on him, but I found myself in the unique position of being able to look at him closer. I carefully made my way towards him, trying to avoid all the sharp points on the floor before driving to the couch. From there, I had a face full of his bare foot. Something about his sock smell excited me still. I never really thought of something as sexual before, rather as something like comfort. It was my father's scent, and I liked it.
