The cherry date and the next phase of Ken’s love life.
By PrairieDad1. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
“So, I’m going to be the first man to make love to you. Wow. I’m honoured.” he says. Come here baby. Daddy needs a hug. Angela steps into Kens open arms. They embrace. Bodies molded together. A tear runs down Ken’s cheek. “I’m so happy right now. This is going to be a super special summer and extra special occasion. You sure do know how to turn a guy on, baby.” They laugh.
“Yep, I can tell,” she says, laughing, feeling Kens erection pushing into her tummy. “Me too daddy. It’ll be super special. I can hardly wait. I’m wet just thinking about it.”
“Are you nervous babykins? I’ll try not to hurt you,” he says.
“Daddy, I just sucked your cock into my mouth. My first time ever doing that. So, no, you won’t hurt me.”
“I’m so proud of you baby.” Ken turns and holds Angela in his arms, embracing her tightly into his body.
They continue their climb to the top, arriving at the pickup on the ridge.
“Daddy’s hungry again,” he says, with a big smile. “Can daddy have dessert, please?”
“You can eat me anytime daddy.” Angela lowers the tailgate and jumps up into the box. “Dessert is served,” she says, laughing. “Come and get it.”
And Ken does. Just like that the damp Daisy Mae’s are discarded and Ken is looking at a bald pussy, drops of moisture beading up on the pussy lips.
Lowering his face, he sucks the folds of skin into his mouth.
Sitting up her arms supporting her with knees bent, legs spread wide, ass on the tailgate edge, she smiles and watches her lover, her adopted daddy.
Driving Angela wild. Trying to hold her legs steady, and failing. Her body trembling, she cries out, "Argh, Fuck!”
And cums. Her liquid arousal filling Kens mouth and covering his face, he licks and swallows. A happy man. Over the top happy.
His young lover orgasming. And he doing what he likes best, Eating Pussy.
Grabbing their blanket, he wraps and covers Angela before carrying her shaking body to the front door of the pickup.
An hour later they arrive home and park in the driveway.
All seems quiet. No one is around. Ken carries his lover into the house and straight to the shower in the washroom.
Their early to mid morning adventure finished.
What transpired that morning ignited a fuse within them both.
During the following week Angela was constantly visiting Ken.
Neither of them wanting to spend a moment separated.
Kens fixation with ‘eating pussy’ and Angela’s discovery of how much she enjoy 'giving head’ was a match made in heaven. So much so they ate and sucked their way to new heights of sexual fulfillment.
Finally, the weekend was upon them. Laying in each others arms in the afterglow of making love, oral love, their faces covered with one another’s CUM. Ken smiles
“I do believe we should have a proper date this weekend. An in the city, fancy restaurant, 5 star hotel, a daddy and daughter romantic date. What sayeth you m'lady?”
“I sayeth 'oh goody kind Sir’. Daddy gonna pop my cherry,” she asks, giggling.
“We’re gonna fuck like rabbits, over and over and over,” he says, laughing.
“Fuck my brains out daddy. I want your big sausage inside me,” she says, a huge face covering smile. “But for now, I’ll just suck you again” leaning over and taking Ken’s cock into her willing mouth.
“Oh no you don’t. Me too,’” Ken says as he adjusts their bodies, laying on the bed with Angela positioned on top of him, her head over his cock, her pussy over his mouth.
Both diving in, the sounds of slurping, sucking and licking filling the bedroom.
Kens hands on Angela’s butt, fingers pushing on her cheeks exposing and opening her small puckered asshole. Tongue licking and teasing the forbidden hole.
Angela’s tongue expertly licking the long thick veiny and hairy shaft.
Opening her mouth and sliding her lips over his mushroomed cockhead.
Swallowing him inch by inch into her mouth and throat. Her eyes watering, his girth stretching her mouth wide open.
Using his tongue like a poker Ken pushes thru her puckered opening.
A gasp, her body shakes.
Moving her back and forth, her ass riding on his tongue.
Bobbing her head up and down sucking on Kens thick girth, damp brunette hair hanging down over her face.
Ken guides his tongue from asshole to pussy licking along the folds of skin.
Angela shivers.
Tasting her sweet nectar, flicking his tongue in and out of the wet pussy, her body shivers as an Orgasm builds within her.
Her continued sucking is also building an orgasm within Ken.
A loud gasp, an “Argh”, and Angela’s sex is released in orgasm.
Ken licks and laps up the river of sex, tasting his lover.
Ken moans loudly, hips shaking, his cock erupting, again, with gobs of cum filling Angela’s throat. She releases her toy and cum spurts over her cheeks, chin and breasts.
She collapses on Kens body, Her mouth sore from so much exercising.
They lay in the afterglow of sex, damp bodies relaxing, breathing slowing.
Wrapping his arms around Angela, holding her tightly, fingers caressing her back, waist and bum, he falls asleep.
Angela, her face resting on Kens flaccid cock, blinks her eyes closing them and drifting off to sleep.
During the next week the sexcapades continued uninterrupted.
Never tiring of one another. Their tongues and lips working magic with each other’s body.
The sounds of sucking and slurping filling Kens house.
The yelps, gasps and screaming orgasms rocking their bodies.
Whether shaking, shivering or tremoring, their bodies always reaching fulfillment.
Cum and sex filling their mouths, covering their cheeks and licked up readily with their tongues.
Never receiving enough, always wanting more, their ultimate goal: sexual bliss.
In the end, two bodies collapsing in an entangled of arms and legs in exhaustion.
As the week closes, Angela and Ken decide Date Night in the city is in order.
Wanting their relationship to progress to the next level of Erotica, which for them, will be sexual intercourse. For Ken, it’s the taking of Angela’s cherry and she losing her virginity.
And, in Angela’s mind, the act fulfills a long-held fantasy, the fulfillment of her dream in becoming a woman living in the love and nurture of an older man, her reward for loving him. And maybe, just maybe, becoming a mommy. Angela smiles to herself.
Friday arrives.
Ken has already made all the arrangements for their weekend of romance. Their special date. Not wanting to overlook a thing and making sure everything is in order he goes over very detail.
Angela, her life about to change forever through one act, her deflowering, giving up her virginity to a man. In her mind, no small act.
She desires for this weekend to be as special as the event warrants.
And wanting to present herself to Ken as the chaste and pure woman she is.
She chooses a White Matte Strapless Dress, a sleek curve hugging tube dress with an hourglass cut. The colour of purity wrapped in a “fuck me” dress.
Looking at herself in the full length mirror, even she is impressed with what she sees. She wonders whether they will even make it out of the driveway, never mind eating dinner before arriving at the hotel. She smiles. Wanting to create the perfect impression for Ken she believes she has succeeded.
Leaving her bedroom and heading down the stairs, she hears the doorbell ring.
“I’ll get it” she yells out to her mom who is sipping wine on the living room couch.
On seeing her, mom gasps, “goin on a hot date?”
“You could say that,” Angela smiles. “I’ll be gone until tomorrow.”
As Angela makes her way to the door, her mom is thinking, 'our neighbour, Ken must be quite the guy to cause such a radical difference in my daughter. I’m so Fin jealous.’
Angela swings the door open. Ken stands on the doorstep a bouquet of yellow roses in his hand, dressed in a black silk shirt and dress slacks.
A long whistle sounds, surprise written in his eyes as he holds the bouquet out for Angela to take. “You are an extraordinary vision of purity and beauty Me'Lady.”
Angela curtsies. “Thank you kind Sir.” Pointing to the floor, “I have a small shoulder bag,” which Ken picks up and then holds an arm out to guide her to the car.
Opening the door and allowing Angela to slide into her seat, Ken watches closely. He walks around the car to the drivers door and gets in himself. Looking over at Angela, mouth open and speechless, he whistles again.
Leaning back into her seat, legs crossed, thick nippled perky breasts outlined in elegant whiteness, long legs and muscular thighs on display, she holds the bouquet of yellow roses in her lap. A larger than life huge smile graces her face.
Purring softly in a seductive voice, she says, “Take me to our honeymoon suite oh gracious King.”
“Certainly Princess.”
To say Ken is beyond aroused it an understatement for the ages. At this point he is questioning whether he’ll make it to the hotel, never mind eating dinner. An evening of foreplay is in the cards.
Forty five minutes later they are parked at the small Italian Restaurant. A romantic dinner awaits them. Ken Escorts his Princess across the parking lot, arm wrapped around her waist, hand on her butt, fingers caressing her matte covered flesh and a giant erection in his trousers.
Escorted to their window view table toward the back of the dimly lit dining room, Ken seats his angel, before seating himself. They Sit beside one another facing the window and the view of the harbour, their backs to the rest of the dining room.
Angela’s hand rests on Kens cock. Kens hand rests between Angela’s crossed legs, trapped. The foreplay continues.
“Tell me what you are going to do to me tonight darling,” she says, her hand massaging his hardness.
“If you don’t stop turning me on even more than you have already, not much,” he says.
Angela stops her massaging, a pout forming on her face.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard and for so long you will be laying in a CUM lake,” Ken whispers.
This brings a smile back to Angela’s face. “Promise,” she says.
“Before I do that, I’m going to eat your pussy and lick your ass,” Ken smiles. “My appetizer.”
“Either I am peeing myself or you have me so wet. oh fuck,” Angela moans, “I’m cumming,” she says, leaning back in the chair, uncrossing her legs and spreading them. She shivers.
Ken feels the moisture on his hand, lifts his fingers to his mouth and tastes them. “Yep, you came. Have a taste.”
Their waiter arrives with a bottle of wine, takes their food order and departs.
“That was intense, what just happened to me. I like our foreplay. I’m so fuckin ripe.” she wispers.
“Oh baby, you ain’t seen nothin yet,” Ken says, pouring the wine. “Ripe for the pickin.”
"You got that right baby,” she says, leaning her head on his shoulder, “I can hardly wait.” “Know what? I want a baby, your baby,” glancing up up at him, “Is that okay daddy?”
“You know it is. I’ll give you all the babies you want babykins.”
“Now, that makes me horny,” she giggles, “super horny.” “You sure you really wanna eat Italian,” she asks.
“Nope,” reaching into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet and dropping a couple big bills on the table. Ken Slides off his chair, stands and then helps Angela from her chair. They walk out of the restaurant passing their waiter, “Moneys on the table,” Ken smiles.
Once outside, Ken sweeps Angela up into his arms and carries her to the car and seating her. They buckle into their seats. They roar off. Angela tittering and giggling the entire time. Five minutes later they are registering at the hotel.
Angela, dressed in her white micro dress attracts the attention of several men, stands close to Ken not wanting anyone to notice the Orgasm stains on her legs, thighs and dress. At the same time this causes her to feel naughty and horny.
Whispering in his ear, “I love you daddy,” running her tongue over his ear lobe.
Distracting Ken from what he is doing, he turns to her and smiles, runs a hand over her ass cheeks and growls, “Grrrrrr, another ten minutes babykins and I’ll, ” his voice trails off as he pinches her bum. Laughing.
Finally finished registering, she struts over to the elevator walking ahead of him her ass invitingly wiggling for his pleasure. A porter follows carrying her shoulder bag. In the elevator, the building foreplay of the evening and their horniness threatens to explode. Angela slips into Kens arms, their bodies molded together, lips locked into a long wet passionate kiss. The porter tries averting his yes.
Ken’s hands again caressing ass cheeks. A favourite activity of his. Angela’s hands fondling the lump of arousal in his slacks. Their lust builds.
The elevator stops. They follow the porter down the hall. He opens the door to their room and places the bag inside. Ken hands him a bill, lifts his lover bride in his arms and carries her over the threshold.
Angela squeals with laughter, the door closing with a loud click. Ken gently lays her on the bed.
“Give me five minutes daddy. I’m going to freshen up,” she says, sliding off the bed and grabbing her bag, she heads into the bathroom.
At this point, Ken is uncertain what to do beside wait for her. Should he undress down to his boxers? He just isn’t sure, so he does nothing. Hopping up and sitting on the bed in his silk shirt and slacks he waits. Five minutes grows into ten minutes. He waits, the anticipation building. Muttering to himself, how long does it take to freshen up?’ Finally the bathroom door opens. There she stands. Kens mouth drops open.
And again, for the umpteen time since he first met and saw Angela, she has again transformed herself. From running with her hair tied up in a ponytail to her auburn hair flowing over her shoulders; from wearing bum hugging shorts to wearing a denim mini skirt; or wearing skin tight jeans. The upgrades are phenomenal. How do you outdo the dress she wore tonight? Well, Ken is looking at it. You outdo a white strapless matte micro dress with a white sheer jersey gown that has a Deep V-neck front, a Revealing back, is Sideless with Adjustable neck, back, and front ties in Matte Lycra trim and is Sheer Jersey.
And black high heels in which Angela struts over to the bed, with her token angelic smile. No words are exchanged. No words are necessary. Just the escape of air and heavy breathing.
As his virginal bride daughter struts around the room showcasing her body for daddies attention moving oh so seductively turning, twisting and bending. Strutting her stuff as if on a runway throwing in a dance move or two.
Her performance over, she walks over to the bed climbs up and leans over Ken. Slapping his hand away as he reaches for her, she unbuttons the black silk shirt, unbuckles the slacks and pulls down the zipper. All the while, smiling. Her gown falling loose over Kens tingling body.
“I love you daddy. Make me a woman daddy. Make me a mommy. Fill me up too overflowing with your potent seed, your thick gooey sperm. Cum like a river for your babykin daughter, your virginal bride. Please daddy!”
Ken, burning with desire for his virgin lover, rises upright on the bed, tossing his shirt off and to the side, wiggling out of his slacks, they fall to the floor. Shoes, socks kicked off. Reaching out for the object of his affection and pulling Angela into his body, Embracing, kissing, two bodies becoming one burning with lust, Ken flips Angela over onto her back on the silk sheets.
Standing now beside the huge bed and looking down at his angel, he smiles, a huge grin, fingers snapping at the waistband of his boxers, he pushes them down and off his legs. His rigid member pops free, liberated and swinging back and forth. A loud “gasp,” two giant balls dangling and swaying. She smiles and reaches for him. He takes a step forward, climbs onto the bed, kneels between Angela’s legs. Her body a picture of perfection highlighted and seductively clothed in the sheer white gown.
Bending her knees, opening her legs wide, loosening the front ties and adjusting her gown to reveal and a bald pussy. She smiles and giggles, “Make Love to me daddy.” A smile, a nod and Ken guides his thick, harder than rock Cock toward her love nest. “Make me a woman, daddy. And a baby too,” she says, giggling.
Pushing his girth into her warm damp velvety cunt, stretching and opening her up, he feels resistance. “Ready baby,?” he asks. A nod, fingers grasping the bunched bed sheets. He pulls back slightly and then thrusts forward, the cock head piercing her hymen, and he commences fucking. The thick cock fully buried in her love nest.
A loud yelp,“ followed with a gasp. The burning desire. The burning lust. Now giving way to a proper fucking, the act of making love. Ken humps and thrusts. Stretching and burying his cock inside Angela. Faster and aggressively, his ball sac slapping against her ass.
Moans, gasps, deep breathing, air exhaled. "Slap, slap, slap.”
'Ooh’s, ahh’s. Angela shivers. Her body trembles. An orgasm builds.
A screeching yelp. Kens cock burying itself entirely within her as he thrusts, his cockhead slamming against her uterus.
She cums. Orgasm. Her body shakes. Beads of perspiration on her forehead and arms. Ken senses something different. His cock twitches. His ball sac releases. His sperm, seed, cum begins flowing. His cock erupts. The seed explodes into his lover. Filling her womb with potent baby making seed, ropes of cum, gobs of sperm. He continues thrusting, slowly now, until he senses he’s empty.
Pulling his cock free from Angela’s honey pot, it dangles semi erect and flaccid. He falls onto the bed and pulls her tight against him. They spoon and cuddle in the afterglow of making love.
The balance of their weekend was spent much the same way. Making love, cuddling, showering, making love again. Housekeeping was called several times to change out the bedding, replacing their damp, stained sheet for fresh clean ones. The prediction of them laying in a 'river of CUM’ had come true.
By Monday morning they were sore and limping to the car for the drive home.
They were fully and sexually satiated having indulged almost nonstop in making Love to one another. Before Leaving they gave their porter and the housekeeping staff a handsome tip for their service. The drive back was quiet, the two lovers a different couple now. They had consummated their union. They were now definitely committed to one another now. So they thought.
Angela had made Ken feel alive again, bring hope back into his life. Ken had taken a naïve, out going young woman and fulfilled her older man fantasy. By giving her the love, attention and care she sought after, they had fallen in Love.
A week later summer was over, school beckoned and Angela left for another semester of education. Only the memories remained. Precious memories. They both hated “Good Byes” so on the morning of her departure, Ken was hidden away in his house.
Angela was tearfully trying to see as she drove. Hearing her car pull away, he shed a tear and, sipped another cup of coffee. Both wondering in their thoughts, 'is there a future for them?’
A Deliberate Encounter
Sitting in her spacious kitchen Melanie is at odds with herself, stewing and feeling sorry for herself. During the summer she watched the transformation in her daughter Angela, going from a naïve shy young girl to an outgoing teasing lil slut.
Of course, those are her words. Words of jealously. But ever since she met the next door neighbour Ken, her daughter had blossomed into a sexually active and sexually content lil vixen.
This troubled Melanie to no end. Not because Angela didn’t deserve a man, but simply because Melanie wanted a piece of the action. She wanted a man to love.
A man like the man she once loved when she met her hubby, before he became such an asshole.
She wanted the wild sex, the experimenting, the multi orgasms, she wanted it all. And when Ken became available, her own daughter beat her to the prize and won his heart.
Ever since her husband John moved her to this little jerk water small town Melanie had been discontented. Then he just ups and takes off on his business trips leaving her home and alone, lonely and horny.
At least, In the city she was able to cruise the bars and discretely find accommodating studs for a night of fun. Not so here in small town Canada. There was only one bar and the opportunity for a discrete encounter was slim to nil.
What made matters even worse, in Mel’s mind, her daughter had been home only one day from Uni and met Ken. The rest, as they say, is history.
Her daughter had enjoyed a summer of sex. This made Melanie more than jealous. She is downright envious. A smirk on her face. “I’ll teach him,” she laughs. “What a real woman is capable of.”
The 34 year old mother looks down over her body. Standing before a mirror, she admires her assets. Large D cupped rounded breasts, a narrow waist with long shapely legs. She gives her head a shake, her shoulder length natural blonde hair waving and shimmering. Turning around and looking back over her shoulder the very best asset, in her mind, is the rounded ass, her bubble butt.
“Oh gawd I miss having you happy,” she says, speaking to her bum. With all these thoughts confronting her she makes a decision.
A visit to Ken is in order. Time to take control of my life and get what I want and just to make sure I do, I’ll give him something he is already familiar with. She laughs, the devilish laugh of a woman who is convinced she wins the prize.
Heading to her bedroom, disrobing along the way, she steps into her walk-in clothes closet. Looking through her dresses she finds exactly what she is looking for, the White Strapless Matte 'Fuck Me’ dress. Muttering 'we’ll see who wears this curve hugging tube dress better,’ giggling. 'Daughter or mommy? D cup breasts or perky boobs, nice, rounded ass or bubble butt ass? Humm, watcha think Ken?’ laughing.
Sitting in his kitchen, coffee cup in hand, Ken looks wistfully through the large window overlooking his backyard garden. His thoughts focused on Angela and the wonderfully erotic summer they enjoyed in each other’s company. A tingle causing his body to shiver.
A female voice calls out, “Howdy neighbour” interrupting his contemplation. A familiar style voice similar to ones he’s heard before.
“Uh, Neighbour answering,” He yells back. “Come on in,” he says, and muttering to himself, 'right on time.’
A tallish woman, mid 30’s pokes her nose around the corner.
"Hi. I’m Melanie, Angela’s mommy.” she says. Waiting for a response, she smiles, looking somewhat awkward while Ken scopes her out. His eyes moving up and down, observing, liking what he sees.
“My goodness, like mommy like daughter. I thought Angela was one beautiful woman; but you, mommy; are absolutely gorgeous.” Ken says as he pores on the praise, flattering Melanie to an extent that causes her face to turn beet red.
“That dress is made for you and only you!” he says, followed by a long whistle.
“Have I embarrassed you?” he asks, standing to face her. “I hope so,” he says, laughing.
“The one thing Angela brought to my attention, never failing to mention actually, was how lonely and neglected you are Melanie. Possibly I can help you out with that predicament.”
“I; um, was hoping you might.,” she paused, caught by surprise with Kens aggressive nature. She smiles, not missing a beat though, looking so deliciously appetizing in the White Straplesss Tube Dress highlighting her large, rounded breasts.
She turns around for him, “You like?” she says, giggling.
“No Melanie, I love,” he says, laughing, “and I’ve been expecting you. May I call you Mel?”
“Expecting me, really?”
“Uh huh. Big city girl dumped in a small town by a workaholic hubby who knocked you up while you were a young teenager. Not able to do anything discretely like you could before. Lonely, ignored and horny. You, my dear, are Ravishingly gorgeous. And you’ve been suffering all summer while your daughter got it on with the neighbour. How am I doing so far?”
Ken reaches out his arms placing his large hands-on Melanie’s hips and leans in to kiss her. Mel responds with a kiss of her own. The long passionate kiss heightens Ken’s lust, pulling Melanie closer, hands caressing her ass cheeks.
He feins a 'growl.’ Sucking her tongue into his mouth, tongues flirting and teasing; then a 'moan.’
Ken sweeps her off her feet and carries her to the living room sofa, laying her down. Standing beside her prone body, eyes eating her up, lust burning in his body.
Mel reaches up and plays with his belt buckle, “Wha d’ya got for Melanie?” she implores, big blue eyes smiling up to him.
Ken can hardly wait until she gets her answer, which pops out immediately.
The large bulbus thick cock springs free from confinement and stands at attention.
Ken shoves his jeans down and kicks them away, his lengthy cock waving in the air. Mel quickly goes to work, cupping his manhood in both hands. Ken, meanwhile takes inventory, ogling the luscious woman laying prone before him.
Large, rounded breasts dressed seductively in her 'Fuck Me’ dress. Long shapely legs. A less than short micro dress covering, barely covering, her gorgeous ass globes.
Not able to control his lust any longer, “We’ll play later darling. Now, I’m going to fuck your brains out.” he declared. Not asking! Telling!
Mel’s head shakes yes, “I’ve wanted this for so long.” she says, Smiling.
Ken quickly moves her to the plush carpeted floor. Kneeling between her outstretched legs, holding and guiding his cock to Mel’s womanhood. The large cockhead teasing her pubes as he strokes it up and down her damp bushy pussy lips.
Mel, with a look of expectation, smiles.
Ken smiling, pushes his thick member into her. A long hard thrust and he’s in.
Mel gasps. Her pussy stretching to accommodate him. White dress bunched around her waist, Ken begins hammering away, piston fucking her. Mel meets his thrusts with her own. Head rolling back and forth. Beads of perspiration on her forehead. Gasping, Moaning, Humping her ass up and down.
Ken hammers her fast and furious. Their pent-up lust driving them. Ecstasy building. Orgasms. Melanie cums first, “Argh!” Ken’s balls tighten, his cock jerks and erupts. Exploding with a rope of cum. A river of cum. The two satisfied lovers collapsing in a heap on the carpet. Their insatiable lust temporarily satisfied.
“Nuth’in like a mommy to help a guy forget her daughter.” Ken laughs. “Here’s hoping my hubby plans on lots more business trips,” Mel laughs. “I actually hope he makes himself scarce.” “Oops, speaking of which, I think I hear his car now. Must be home for lunch.” She giggles, “Not as good a lunch as I’m going to have,” her fingers dancing on Ken’s cock.
Ken smiles, “I wanna go check him out,” he says, standing up, “Come darlin.”
Taking Mel’s hand, he leads her back into the kitchen to the side window, facing Ken’s driveway, right next to John’s.
With her standing in front of him they look over the driveway and watch as John exits his car. Ken places his hands on Mel’s hips pressing his flaccid cock into her bum. “Wonder what he’d say if he knew I just Fucked his wife;” he says, laughing and cupping her ample breasts. “I’m going to own this body, babykins. What do you think of that?”
“I love it. You can have me anytime big guy; even now,” she says, giggling.
“Ready to go again, are we,” he says, pushing Mel’s head to the window, she arcs her back, “Doggy fuck?” she giggles in agreement.
She places her hands on the window ledge for leverage. Flaring her bubble butt ass, a juicy muffed pussy peaks up at him; his fingers teasing the folds of skin.
Ken slides the white dress over her luscious ass cheeks, his hands caressing. “Gawd, I love your ass, my ass,” he says, laughing, his hands guiding his cock. Running it over her butt cheeks and butt crack, watching it grow in size. He slides it down to her pussy and presses into her. “One man’s loss is another man’s gain,” he says, shoving his cock into Johns wife’s vagina.
Mel and Ken fuck. John walks back out to his car.
To be continued.
by PrairieDad1 for Literotica
