I Know I Shouldn’t...
I Know I Shouldn’t…
I know I shouldn’t look…She’s the same age as my daughter at Uni, but God damn she’s so beautiful and radiant with a zest for life I’ve not seen in years…
I know I shouldn’t flirt…but God damn, how can you not, when she wears that little white tank-top, that shows off her perky little tits and that beautiful cleavage between…
I know I shouldn’t leer…but My God, that slit up the wrap-around skirt just emphasizes her fabulously toned, athletic legs and don’t get me started on that peach of an ass…
I know I shouldn’t touch…but how can you not, when her scent is filling your nostrils and she’s leaning in to kiss me on the cheek and thank me for keeping her company this evening…
I know we shouldn’t kiss…but how can I resist, when the house is empty except the two of us and she’s sat so close on the settee…
I know I shouldn’t grope…but the little slut tells me how she’s seen the way I look at her, when I think no one else is watching…
I know I shouldn’t let her…but I’m powerless to resist as she drops to her knees between my legs and slowly unzips my trousers…
I know we shouldn’t go there…but I’m leading her by the hand upstairs and taking her to the marital bed…
I know we shouldn’t fuck…but right now there’s nothing I want more than this sweet little blonde, as she takes off her top to reveal her beautiful, pert breasts in all their glory….
I know we could be caught any minute…but right now I don’t care, as she mounts me and with my hands on her thighs, slowly starts to grind on my helpless and grateful cock.
I know we should be quiet…but the little slut is telling me how she’s always wanted me, how good my cock feels inside her and how I fuck so much better than ‘him’ and its music to my ears…
I know I could be more gentle…but I’m pounding away at her from beneath as she leans over me, groaning and sighing and gasping and clawing, like the whore I always knew she was, telling me to fuck her harder…
I know I shouldn’t cum…but how can I not, with her straddled over me, my hands on those soft breasts and swollen nipples, her long blonde hair brushing my face and those deep blue eyes of hers looking down…
I know I should humour her…but as she cuddles and kisses in our post-coital embrace, I can’t stand it any longer and brush her aside to head to the bathroom…
I know I shouldn’t have done it..as I see my reflection in the mirror and feel a mixture of guilt, repulsion and self-loathing flow through my body…
I really shouldn’t have done it…! What the fuck was I thinking?! But how could I resist, when the little whore came on to me like she did…?
I know I shouldn’t have slept with my son’s girlfriend…
I know I shouldn’t look…She’s the same age as my daughter at Uni, but God damn she’s so beautiful and radiant with a zest for life I’ve not seen in years…
I know I shouldn’t flirt…but God damn, how can you not, when she wears that little white tank-top, that shows off her perky little tits and that beautiful cleavage between…
I know I shouldn’t leer…but My God, that slit up the wrap-around skirt just emphasizes her fabulously toned, athletic legs and don’t get me started on that peach of an ass…
I know I shouldn’t touch…but how can you not, when her scent is filling your nostrils and she’s leaning in to kiss me on the cheek and thank me for keeping her company this evening…
I know we shouldn’t kiss…but how can I resist, when the house is empty except the two of us and she’s sat so close on the settee…
I know I shouldn’t grope…but the little slut tells me how she’s seen the way I look at her, when I think no one else is watching…
I know I shouldn’t let her…but I’m powerless to resist as she drops to her knees between my legs and slowly unzips my trousers…
I know we shouldn’t go there…but I’m leading her by the hand upstairs and taking her to the marital bed…
I know we shouldn’t fuck…but right now there’s nothing I want more than this sweet little blonde, as she takes off her top to reveal her beautiful, pert breasts in all their glory….
I know we could be caught any minute…but right now I don’t care, as she mounts me and with my hands on her thighs, slowly starts to grind on my helpless and grateful cock.
I know we should be quiet…but the little slut is telling me how she’s always wanted me, how good my cock feels inside her and how I fuck so much better than ‘him’ and its music to my ears…
I know I could be more gentle…but I’m pounding away at her from beneath as she leans over me, groaning and sighing and gasping and clawing, like the whore I always knew she was, telling me to fuck her harder…
I know I shouldn’t cum…but how can I not, with her straddled over me, my hands on those soft breasts and swollen nipples, her long blonde hair brushing my face and those deep blue eyes of hers looking down…
I know I should humour her…but as she cuddles and kisses in our post-coital embrace, I can’t stand it any longer and brush her aside to head to the bathroom…
I know I shouldn’t have done it..as I see my reflection in the mirror and feel a mixture of guilt, repulsion and self-loathing flow through my body…
I really shouldn’t have done it…! What the fuck was I thinking?! But how could I resist, when the little whore came on to me like she did…?
I know I shouldn’t have slept with my son’s girlfriend…
3 年 前
