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You're Not My Daddy | Vanadiel | 4

 

One day, I was home alone with Kindal. I checked on her to make sure she was studying like she was supposed to. I lightly opened the door to her room to see her lying nude on her bed, fingering her shaved slit. I pulled my cock out of my pants and stroked it. I watched from the hallway, hearing every moan that Kindal gave off. She was a beautiful girl, and I was dying to fuck her.

Eventually, Kindal looked up and noticed the door was open. I did nothing to move from my spot. She walked up to me and saw that I was jerking in the hall. “Dirty old man, huh?” she said. “Are you attracted to me?”

“Who wouldn’t be?” I asked.

“Come into my room,” she said. She took her place back on her bed. I discarded my clothing and walked into Kindal’s room.

I climbed up onto her bed. “Fuck me, your dirty bastard,” she said. I got on top of her and spread her legs wide. My cock was throbbing. My mind told me I shouldn’t be doing this, but my dick said otherwise. I plunged my shaft into the girl’s already wet pussy. As I continued to fuck her, I began to worry about whether or not someone would come home. Soon, I didn’t even care. I wasn’t sure if I should cum inside of her, for fear of getting her pregnant, but I was too late pulling out. My fertile sperm was released into her young vagina.

I removed my dick and she sat up on the bed. “It felt so good having you inside of me. We should do this every night no one’s home.” I kissed her on the lips, got dressed, and went on with my business.

 

What is the next encounter going to be?

 
 
 

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