Page 23 of Falling for My Dad's Best Friend

And Mandy squealed, brown eyes widening as she was breached for the first time, a slight grunt escaping her lips.

“That’s right,” I ground out, breathing labored, pausing for a moment. “That was your hymen breaking honey, your girlhood’s gone forever. Now fuck me back,” I commanded.

And the brunette tossed her head, moaning a little, thrashing involuntarily within my arms. But there was no place to go, she was embedded on my thick cock, pussy walls eating it up. And with a moan and a shake of her head, a quiver of those huge tits, Mandy gave into the sensations then. Oh yeah, this was a slut who loved dick, a cum receptacle to the max, taking to the water like an eel, and that curvy white body began pulsing beneath me, around me, milking me deep.

“Ohhhhh, Rob!” she whined, fingering her tits as I fucked her twat. “Oh, Mr. Parker!”

And I grunted, thrusting into her once more, hips picking up speed as I drilled that tiny twat.

“Oh fuck,” I ground out. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Because what I hadn’t counted on was my own reaction. I’ve fucked hundreds of women in the past, there are dozens of women dying to get my hard shaft in their bodies all the time. But this was different. I hadn’t counted on my own reaction, how tight Mandy’s twat would feel pulsing around me, how satisfying it was to have a virgin loving the taste of her first man, transforming her into a cumslut. And against all odds, I lost control. With a mighty roar, chest and abs tight, balls raised and ready, I spurted. Huge, virile lashes of cream splashed into the brunette’s interior, painting her vaginal walls white, blasting into the little girl with a vengeance.

“Fuck!” I roared once more. “Fuck fuck fuck!”

And Mandy creamed even more below me, letting out another moan as our bodies came together.

“Ohhh Daddy,” she cried out, cunt pulsing around me, milking me for the good stuff. “Yes, give it to me.”

And my body obeyed, cock stiff as an iron pole as I jerked and spurted uncontrollably. Goddamn, what was all that about protection and her being a fertile eighteen year-old? But it was too late, we were both too far gone, I’d already unloaded gallons the female, her pussy spasms pulling the semen even deeper into that fertile young body.

And I loved it. I loved every second of the fucking, seeing the plump white body twist and moan beneath me, breasts heaving, twat pulsing, as Mandy cried out with lust, love, and absolute surrender. Her lips parted slightly then, that pink pout so perfect, as she moaned once more.

“Oh yes, Mr. Parker,” the brunette cried out throatily. “Yes, make me yours.”

And with that, one more giant splash of cum jetted into the girl’s body. Because yeah, Mandy belongs to me. This eighteen year-old naïf, virgin no more, was all mine. My dick in her was like a lifeline, anchoring the female, a steady pole that she pulsed on. My semen splashing into that hot channel marked her as mine, my cum would be dripping out of her for hours, an unmistakable brand. And as for the girl herself? It was the same. As Mandy’s eyes opened, I fell into the deep chocolate, heady and lost. Because yeah, Mandy belonged to me, absolutely, no doubt about it, everything about this brunette was mine. But somehow along the way, despite my decades of experience, my reputation as a playboy, I’d lost myself. Rob Parker belonged to Mandy Jones, and there was no turning back now.

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