Cô hầu gái tự nhiên Cindy Behr quan hệ lần cuối với mục sư trước đám cưới

I picked the first one chronologically, figuring I should start at same place she had, and began to read. jackpot! 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! It wasn’t long before my fantasies started becoming more and more taboo, leaning heavily towards stuff that would have been illegal if it was real; coercion, incest, rape, bestiality… Only then, after I’d sent my message on its way, did I allow myself to finish getting myself off to her. I let the water pour over my face, trying to think. I absently browsed, occasionally peeking into a topic that seemed interesting, but mostly just skimming titles and checking out the forum avatars of all the women I found. I was having so much fun with the little stories I kept telling myself, I decided to try looking for other people’s stories, online. But first… women had always been more literary in their porn tastes, and men more visual. For all the incest fantasies I’d been telling myself recently, they’d all been very general, or focused around one of my favourite porn starlets whose picture I’d been jacking off to at the time.