Concentrate on Me - Neighborhood Secret - Gauze 3
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I didn’t really know what to do. I was on my way to the shower to brush my teeth when I handed by my dad’s bedroom. I thought I heard something, so naturally, I revved my head to glance toward his door. It was late and I thought maybe he might be watching TV. But as I looked, it was clear that what I was hearing was something else.I know my father has hump and he doesn’t really make a habit of letting me know when it’s happening. He’s not timid about his bod or his intimate life, but this was one thing that was always somewhat opaque. I never knew when he was having sex, but sometimes I would observe guys leave early in the morning.Here, I could ...Here, I could observe it all highly clearly. My father was sitting back in bed, gams opened up with a junior dude inbetween them. The dude was deep-throating his cock. And I could observe it all.My instinct was to turn away and quickly leave, pretend I didn’t observe it and just go on like nothing happened. But I was stuck. I couldn’t move. Something about eyeing this private, intimate moment was so… beautiful. I’d never seen my father rigid before, let alone in this kind of pleasure.His fur covered pecs rose with each deep breath, and his moans were unlike any sound I’d ever heard him make. It was revealing… I got a glance at a side of my father that I would have never thought I’d see. But just as I thought I’d snuck enough of a glimpse, his eyes looked up at me.I froze. I didn’t breathe. My face went crimson and I could perceive the searing gusto of embarrassment in my ears. I waited for the moment to come when he chatted up, called my name in shock, and I was left having wrecked his moment.But instead, he just seemed to keep going. He looked at me in the eyes, almost passively eyeing what my reaction would be. His suck off didn’t skip a hammer as we were concentrated on one another. The dude deep-throating his dick had no idea I was there, and I wasn’t going to alert him to my attention. And as it revved out, neither was my dad.Suddenly, it was like I was a part of it. Even tho I was calm and still throughout the room, hardly in the doorway peering in from the dark hall, it was like I was part of my dad’s sexual encounter. To my surprise, I found myself cautiously studying the way the junior dude was deep-throating his cock.I watched with unusual fascination how my dad’s dick stood tall from his ginormous pubes and disappeared into the guy’s mouth. I watched as my dad’s nutsack tensed and seemed to rise up like they were pouncing in place. And from where I was standing, I could observe the glance on my dad’s face whenever the guy’s head moved up and down, sending him into heavy pleasure.I couldn’t help but pull out my own meatpipe and embark stroking. It was hot. sexier than I ever imagined. eyeing my father like that… so sexual… so powerful… being worshiped… it made me fantasy it could be me…My father continued to put his guest into different positions. tonguing his donk and frolicking with his body, all the while keeping a watchful eye on me, eyeing how I would respond. The dude he was about to pound revved toward me, but he was so fascinated by my dad’s tongue, he couldn’t keep his eyes from flipping back into his head. He never even knew I was there.He looked like he was my age! Couldn’t have been more than a year different. He was slick and young, making the sequence all the more intriguing. Who was he? And where was his dad? And did his father know he was here? …In the way my father knew.Then, I watched as my father put a spurt of slobber on his meatpipe and lined it up with his bottom. He took a hammer before stuffing it in to catch my gaze. It felt like an eternity since I’d taken a breath, but I found myself choking in delighted anticipation when he ultimately slipped himself inwards his bottom.The way my dad’s fur covered bod leaned as it fucked… I couldn’t help but thinking about all the people he’s pulverized before. And even for me, about how I came to be from such an act. flesh to skin, heavy breathing, passionate, intentional strokes, all while getting closer and closer to climaxing.I felt unusual as I tugged on my cock, getting closer to coming myself watching my father fuck. I knew it was wrong, but he kept looking at me, watching me watching him, knowing that what he was doing was getting me off just as much as it was getting him off. I wondered if he would have been as into the hump he was having had I moved on and never been caught or if he was getting a special thrill from having his son-in-law observe him breed.When the time came for him to cum, he revved the boy away from me. It seemed now like the youthfull dude was an afterthought, a mere prop in his sexual fantasy. As he pulverized him and built himself closer to coming, he kept looking at me. Sweat caught on my brow and as I milked myself, it seemed like he was actually shagging me. Every shovel and thrust he gave the youthfull dude seemed directed at me… for my benefit… to turn me on…I didn’t want it to end, but I heard my dad’s sighing intensify and the boy’s moans quicken from the pounding. Within moments, my father was unleashing powerful, masculine noises, splashing his seed into the youthfull man’s hole. I fantasy I could have gotten closer to observe it… to observe his meatpipe inwards him… and to observe his stream spew out of him…Instead, I completed jerking my cock, splashing my glue on the floor beside the door. I was quiet, but my father was encountering me, watching me as I pulled out my load. The glance on his face was enigmatic, but not in the least bit upset. Somehow, we collective something. But it meant that I had no idea how to observe to him next…
I didn’t really know what to do. I was on my way to the shower to brush my teeth when I handed by my dad’s bedroom. I thought I heard something, so naturally, I revved my head to glance toward his door. It was late and I thought maybe he might be watching TV. But as I looked, it was clear that what I was hearing was something else.I know my father has hump and he doesn’t really make a habit of letting me know when it’s happening. He’s not timid about his bod or his intimate life, but this was one thing that was always somewhat opaque. I never knew when he was having sex, but sometimes I would observe guys leave early in the morning.Here, I could ...Here, I could observe it all highly clearly. My father was sitting back in bed, gams opened up with a junior dude inbetween them. The dude was deep-throating his cock. And I could observe it all.My instinct was to turn away and quickly leave, pretend I didn’t observe it and just go on like nothing happened. But I was stuck. I couldn’t move. Something about eyeing this private, intimate moment was so… beautiful. I’d never seen my father rigid before, let alone in this kind of pleasure.His fur covered pecs rose with each deep breath, and his moans were unlike any sound I’d ever heard him make. It was revealing… I got a glance at a side of my father that I would have never thought I’d see. But just as I thought I’d snuck enough of a glimpse, his eyes looked up at me.I froze. I didn’t breathe. My face went crimson and I could perceive the searing gusto of embarrassment in my ears. I waited for the moment to come when he chatted up, called my name in shock, and I was left having wrecked his moment.But instead, he just seemed to keep going. He looked at me in the eyes, almost passively eyeing what my reaction would be. His suck off didn’t skip a hammer as we were concentrated on one another. The dude deep-throating his dick had no idea I was there, and I wasn’t going to alert him to my attention. And as it revved out, neither was my dad.Suddenly, it was like I was a part of it. Even tho I was calm and still throughout the room, hardly in the doorway peering in from the dark hall, it was like I was part of my dad’s sexual encounter. To my surprise, I found myself cautiously studying the way the junior dude was deep-throating his cock.I watched with unusual fascination how my dad’s dick stood tall from his ginormous pubes and disappeared into the guy’s mouth. I watched as my dad’s nutsack tensed and seemed to rise up like they were pouncing in place. And from where I was standing, I could observe the glance on my dad’s face whenever the guy’s head moved up and down, sending him into heavy pleasure.I couldn’t help but pull out my own meatpipe and embark stroking. It was hot. sexier than I ever imagined. eyeing my father like that… so sexual… so powerful… being worshiped… it made me fantasy it could be me…My father continued to put his guest into different positions. tonguing his donk and frolicking with his body, all the while keeping a watchful eye on me, eyeing how I would respond. The dude he was about to pound revved toward me, but he was so fascinated by my dad’s tongue, he couldn’t keep his eyes from flipping back into his head. He never even knew I was there.He looked like he was my age! Couldn’t have been more than a year different. He was slick and young, making the sequence all the more intriguing. Who was he? And where was his dad? And did his father know he was here? …In the way my father knew.Then, I watched as my father put a spurt of slobber on his meatpipe and lined it up with his bottom. He took a hammer before stuffing it in to catch my gaze. It felt like an eternity since I’d taken a breath, but I found myself choking in delighted anticipation when he ultimately slipped himself inwards his bottom.The way my dad’s fur covered bod leaned as it fucked… I couldn’t help but thinking about all the people he’s pulverized before. And even for me, about how I came to be from such an act. flesh to skin, heavy breathing, passionate, intentional strokes, all while getting closer and closer to climaxing.I felt unusual as I tugged on my cock, getting closer to coming myself watching my father fuck. I knew it was wrong, but he kept looking at me, watching me watching him, knowing that what he was doing was getting me off just as much as it was getting him off. I wondered if he would have been as into the hump he was having had I moved on and never been caught or if he was getting a special thrill from having his son-in-law observe him breed.When the time came for him to cum, he revved the boy away from me. It seemed now like the youthfull dude was an afterthought, a mere prop in his sexual fantasy. As he pulverized him and built himself closer to coming, he kept looking at me. Sweat caught on my brow and as I milked myself, it seemed like he was actually shagging me. Every shovel and thrust he gave the youthfull dude seemed directed at me… for my benefit… to turn me on…I didn’t want it to end, but I heard my dad’s sighing intensify and the boy’s moans quicken from the pounding. Within moments, my father was unleashing powerful, masculine noises, splashing his seed into the youthfull man’s hole. I fantasy I could have gotten closer to observe it… to observe his meatpipe inwards him… and to observe his stream spew out of him…Instead, I completed jerking my cock, splashing my glue on the floor beside the door. I was quiet, but my father was encountering me, watching me as I pulled out my load. The glance on his face was enigmatic, but not in the least bit upset. Somehow, we collective something. But it meant that I had no idea how to observe to him next…
Added: 2023-08-06 • Views: 18 • Duration: 14:44