Grandma Wants Your Fist And Warm Cum

I read the whole thing with my hand on my cock, not trying to get off yet, just maintaining the thick, throbbing erection her words had given me. First, there was the matter of my profile. down to the basement I went, rooting around in my tools until I found where I’d last left my tape measure. It was like a cornucopia of smut! I was still feeling somewhat guilty about it even so… Or nearly so, at least. It was like a cornucopia of smut! I put my laptop aside and lay down in bed, closing my eyes and replaying my favourite story beats in my head, rapidly stroking my cock. She was an author herself, not just a reader! but something about the way that story had been written, the way the mutual seduction between daddy and daughter had seemed so believable, made it impossible for me to imagine anyone else! I was surprised—the general rule for the internet is always ‘male until proven