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As I was happily driving to work like any other day, my phone suddenly rang.

"Hi, Honey."

"Hi," I heard my wife, Meadow, say. "The school just called me."

"What did she do, now?"

"I don't know, but they want to have a meeting with us."

"When?"

"Now."

"Now? Fuck! Okay, I'll turn around and pick you up."

Driving back home, I had to wonder where we went wrong with her. You see, this isn't the first time we received a call about our daughter, Stevie. Over the last couple of years, things had only gotten worse. I would have thought after turning eighteen, she would have become a little more responsible. I can see now that was just wishful thinking on my part. The truth was she was my little angel, and I couldn't bring myself to be harsh with her when I knew I should have.

However, the thing was, she wasn't just my little angel anymore, but a beautiful young woman now with long brown hair and brown eyes, whose body, like her mother's, was well-toned and at five and a half feet I was sure I would be threatening her boyfriends by now, except that day hasn't come. I couldn't help but wonder as to the reason why.

I pulled up outside our house and tooted the horn, and watched as my lovely wife Meadow strutted towards the car.

Fuck, she's still as gorgeous as the day I met her.

Meadow was only four inches over five feet tall, with a size 34-C breast and a size 24-inch waist. Her eyes were brown but what I loved was her long jet-black hair.

"Hi, Dear," she said, as she got inside the car.

"Hi. So, did the school give you any clue what this is about?" I asked as I drove off.

"No. But it did sound important."

We discussed our daughter the entire way to the school and wondered why she couldn't be more like her older brother, Robby.

Robby was nineteen and was in his first year of college. He was around six feet and weighed about 170 pounds, with blue eyes and blonde hair, like his old man.

When we finally arrived, we were greeted at the school entrance by the principal before walking inside and sitting across from him in his office.

The principal wasted no time getting right to the point and said in a stern tone, "Sorry to have called you in on such short notice, but we're expelling your daughter from the school for a week."

"What! Why?" we both asked.

"We caught her smoking in the girls' locker room this morning."

"Okay," I said. "I agree that was bad. But I don't think it's bad enough to get expelled over."

"We have zero tolerance for that at this school."

Unable to get the principal to reconsider, we met Stevie waiting in an adjacent room before leaving together.

We had no sooner pulled away when Meadow let Stevie have it.

"So! You're smoking, now! When did this happen?" Meadow bellowed but got no reply.

"Do you want to fail the twelfth grade? 'Cause that's what's going to happen, you know."

"Listen, Honey," I said, drawing my wife's attention. "She's eighteen. I mean, remember back when we were her age and some of the crazy things we did? She just made a little mistake, that's all."

"What we did back then isn't the issue here!" Meadow squawked. "And you're not helping by defending her actions. If she fails, she'll have to repeat the grade. Do you want that?"

"Well, of course not," I replied while looking back at my daughter's sad expression in the rearview mirror. "And I'm sure she doesn't want that to happen either, do you, Cupcake?"

Cupcake was the pet name I've called Stevie ever since she was a little girl, and I tend only to use it now when I'm trying to cheer her up. Unfortunately, it appeared like it didn't work this time. What it did do was get my wife more upset and I heard her hiss, "Really, Kevin! Sometimes I don't think you take these things seriously!"

The rest of the ride was quiet until I pulled up in front of our house and heard Meadow yell, "You better be heading to your room!" when our daughter bolted out of the car.

"I'll go talk to her," I said.

"Yes, you do that!" My wife expressed in a nasty tone, just before she slammed the car door.

Fuck, she's pissed. I thought as I slow-paced towards the house.

Not wanting to further upset my wife, I did as I said and ventured to my daughter's room.

Of course, the door was closed, so I softly tapped and said, "Cupcake, can I come in?"

"Sure, Daddy."

I opened the door to see my daughter lying face down across her bed and said, "Honey, please don't be like this. You know your mother only wants the best for you."

Stevie abruptly lifted her head, and behind tear-filled eyes, shouted, "Really? Then why doesn't it feel that way?"

I sat on the bed next to my daughter, gently placed my hand on her back, and replied, "You have to understand, Honey. That's her way of showing how much she does care. Do you think she would be that upset if she didn't?"

Stevie made a 'pfft' sound and followed with, "That's her, showing she's upset? It looked more to me like she wanted to lecture me. I was surprised she didn't drill me on why couldn't I be more like my brother."

"Listen, we don't expect you to be like your brother. I think she can't find the words to ask why you've been acting like this lately. I mean, Honey, what's going on?"

Stevie looked down at the bedspread and softly said, "I don't want to talk about it, Daddy."

I knew better than to push the topic any further and just said, "Okay, Honey. But please remember you can always come to me or your mother about any issues you're having."

In a soft mumble that I almost missed, she whispered, "Not this one."

Again it was obvious to me that I shouldn't say anything, and I just sat up. But before leaving Stevie's room, I turned and said, "Your mom will calm down, and we'll get through this, I'm sure."

Stevie didn't say anything as I closed the door and walked away.

Things were still quiet at dinner time between all of us, and it wasn't until bedtime that Meadow finally said, "So, are we going to talk about our daughter?"

"Sure. I didn't want to press the issue anymore since you appeared to be upset with me."

Meadow sighed, "Not just you, with myself, also. I mean, where did we go wrong with her, Kevin?"

"Nowhere, Honey. She's a great kid."

"No... She's not a kid anymore. She's a young woman, and she really should be acting like one."

"I think she's just trying to find herself in all of this," I replied. "But I'm just guessing. I tried to get her to open up to me, but she didn't want to talk about it."

"Well, whatever is eating her, it's affecting her attitude, for sure."

"I agree."

Meadow rolled onto her side and then lightly placed her hand on my thigh while I lay on my back and said, "So how do we handle her being expelled? Do we ground her?"

"Honey, I think that would be a big mistake. I mean, I think she feels bad enough about it already."

Meadow sighed, "You can't ever bring yourself to discipline her, can you?"

"I guess I can't," I replied and then felt my wife's hand gently massaging my thigh and said, "What are you doing?"

"What? Doesn't Daddy like it when his little girl massages his leg?"

Daddy? Is my wife role-playing our daughter? I thought, as my wife's hand rose higher up my thigh.

"How about now?" Meadow purred as her hand slithered over my groin.

"Honey! What the fuck!" I barked as I started to squirm around when her hand slipped inside my briefs and circled my now half-swollen shaft.

Meadow then put her finger to my lips while her other hand stroked on my cock, and she hissed, "Shhh. Let me show you how much your little girl appreciates your kindness."

"Oh fuck..." I grunted as my wife's hand went faster and then I heard her say, "That's it, Daddy. Let me make you happy."

I don't know what got into my wife, but I would never have dreamt such role-playing phrases would be spewing out of her lips. Truthfully it had been ages since Meadow had ever done anything this wicked.

However, that wasn't the most shocking thing. What was really disturbing to me was that I was actually picturing my daughter doing this to me, and wickedly liked it.

It was so wrong for me to be imagining this, and I gasped, "Meadow... Oh god, Honey, please... Oh shit! I don't think it's right for you to be playing our..."

My sentence faded to nothingness as I felt my shorts being pulled down and then heard my wife say as I felt her straddle over my waist, "I need to feel you inside me, Daddy."

"Christ!" I cringed as my eyes closed wrongfully, envisioning my daughter's sweet pussy engulfing my super-hard cock with ease (and not like in reality, my wife's) when my dick bottomed out.

Meadow gyrated and ground her wonderful pussy over my cock, telling me over and over again, "Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck your little girl."

"Oh, God! Oh shit! Jesus! Fuck!" I grunted as Meadow went faster, bringing out a side of me that had been dormant for years. The dark, sinful desire of incest.

"Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me!" I heard Meadow implore, causing my sperm to bubble up to my cock head.

"Fuck, Meadow!" I groaned, and then heard my wife hiss, "No, Daddy! Say my name, not Mommy's."

"Oh, fffuuck!." I croaked.

"Say it, Daddy! Say it!"

"Oh, Sss...Stevie! Oh, God!" I howled.

"That's it, Daddy! Keep saying it. Keep saying it!"

"Stevie! Oh shit, Stevie! Yes, Honey! Oh, fuck! Fuck Daddy! Oh shit! I'm...I'm...I'm going to come!" I shouted.

Meadow ground her pussy feverishly over my cock, and I could feel her juices flowing out of her pussy as I exploded inside her.

Over the years, it was evident that our love life had dwindled to being just so-so. After the kids and the stress of everyday life, I guess it would be expected for that to happen.

However, back when I first met my wife, things were much different. It started when I was dating Meadow and had divulged to her how I had fucked my mother for the first time with my father's help.

I was shocked when Meadow had told me how she liked that idea. It was then that I realized she was the woman for me, so when I went home from college to visit my parents, Meadow came along to tell them the news that we were going to get married.

What I didn't know at the time was how intrigued my wife was by the idea until she figured out a way for me to fuck my mother again.

But that wasn't the most shocking thing that happened, either. Apparently, my wife also had this Daddy complex. So as I was enjoying having my dick once again buried deep inside my mother's hot pussy, Meadow, at the same time, was fucking the living shit out of my father while he watched me and Mom go at it.

I have to say both of us were very sex-crazy at the time. So much so, that our fucking of my parents went on for quite a while, and eventually, my grandmother even joined in on the fun.

Sorry to say I never got my dick inside of her sweet sex, since most of the time that spot was filled by either my father's dick or my mother's tongue, but nevertheless, the sex was still hot and steaming.

Now what just happened, at least to me, was a new awakening that it seemed we both had enjoyed, and I relished how great it was to feel that kind of excitement once more.

That was until I noticed a shadow moving from under our door. A shiver ran down my spine when I frightfully thought. Oh my god! Did Stevie just hear us?

Not wanting to spoil the mood, I forwent telling my wife what I had just witnessed and kissed her hard when her face leaned forward.

"So, what did you think?" Meadow cooed as she rubbed her nose over mine.

"Lost for words," I said. "What made you think about doing that?"

Meadow sighed as she sat upright on my lap with my limp dick still buried inside her and confessed, "I don't know. At first, I thought about the way you baby our daughter all the time. I wanted to test and see if my intuition about you wanting to fuck her was true. But then, as I was playing the role, I found myself liking the idea."

Liking the idea? My wife liked the idea of me fucking our daughter... I pondered over this, then figured this must be some test and decided to play it cool.

"Honey," I said as I ran my hands up her arms and then over her breasts. "The idea of me fucking our daughter had never dawned on me until you just did that, and truthfully since Mom passed away, you've been the only woman I've ever wanted to make love to."

"And now?" Meadow teased, allowing me to express my true feelings.

"Well, now!" I croaked. "Now, you put that crazy concept in my head, you little vixen!"

Meadow chuckled as she kissed me once more before easing my spent pecker out from inside her and, while rolling off me, said, "You can forget about that ever happening. Your dick belongs only to me."

"No sharing?" I joked as she lay on her back.

"No!" she shot back quickly.

Lying on my back also while looking at the ceiling with my hands locked together over my chest, I said, "So, have you ever thought about it? You know. Fucking Robby?"

"What? No! God, no!" Meadow chimed. "But if you want, we can role-play that idea next time..."

I looked over at my wife and grinned as I said, "You're such a minx, you know that?"

Meadow giggled back, "Yes, I know," and with that, turned over on her side and went to sleep.

On the other hand, I couldn't sleep and lay there thinking over what had happened and how our daughter could have been listening.

Fuck. I think I might have to have a talk with her about what she heard.

Finally, after some time, I drifted off to sleep. Unaware of the dream that I would have that night. Maybe it was from what I said to my wife that the idea played on my mind, but whatever it was, I vividly saw Meadow and Robby naked as they lay on our bed in a lover's embrace. I could feel myself getting excited as they explored each other's bodies with their hands, and then when they started to masturbate one another, I awoke with a raging hard-on.

"Fuck me," I silently voiced to myself while I gripped my throbbing pecker.

Shocked and stimulated by what I dreamt, I lay there and pictured my dream over again in my mind. But as I did, my mind continued with the sick idea, and I stroked on my cock to the thought of seeing my wife moaning our son's name as he rammed three fingers inside her pussy.

Faster and faster my hand went as my wife, in my mind, was coming close to climaxing. I could hear her encouraging our son to make it happen.

However, Robby stopped and spread his mother's legs wide while getting on his knees and going between them. Clutching at my dick, I could hear my wife hiss, "Fuck me, Robby. Fuck Mommy!" I couldn't even last long enough to picture it happening and came hard all over myself.

Huffing, I lay there in astonishment as to what devious idea I had just thought of, but then suddenly realized what my father must have felt when he watched me fuck my mother all those years ago. Shit, Dad, I understand it now.

Quietly I ventured into our bathroom and cleaned off the mess I made, before glancing at myself in the mirror and thought Fuck. Do I really want something like that to happen?

I wasn't sure but did know there would be no way I would put my marriage in jeopardy over such a crazy idea. I love Meadow way too much to ever lose her over making such a suggestion.

The next morning, as we all sat to eat breakfast, I kept glancing at our daughter as she sat quietly eating and tried to figure out when would be a good time to question her about last night.

Thankfully the opportunity arose when my wife went to answer her cell phone that she'd left in the other room. I quickly said, "Stevie? I want to talk to you about what you heard last night."

"What are you talking about, Daddy?"

"You know. When your Mother and I were... Um... How do I put this?"

"Having sex?"

"Yeah. That. I just wanted to say..."

"Listen, Dad; I really don't want to discuss your sex life."

"What? No! I don't want to talk about that! I was referring to what you might have heard."

"Dad. When you and Mom are going at it like that, I just block my ears if I happen to be going to the bathroom at the time. My God, do you think I want to hear my parents having sex? Gross!"

"Oh... Well... Okay then," I replied and felt a sigh of relief at hearing her say that.

"So that was Robby that called. He's coming home, soon." My wife said as she sat back down to finish her breakfast.

I watched as our daughter rolled her eyes and, before Meadow could comment on her reaction, quickly said, "So Stevie, I thought maybe I should take this week off from work to help you study."

"Really, Dad?" Stevie sneered. "You'll be here to make sure I stay out of trouble all week?"

"Um... Yeah. I mean, you wouldn't fall that far behind, then."

Again Stevie rolled her eyes and, before leaving the table snarled, "Whatever!"

Meadow didn't say a word until our daughter had left and then replied, "I think your little Cupcake might be pissed at you."

"Yeah. I think you're right," I commented.

For the rest of that week, I helped our daughter with her studies while my wife kept busy doing her own daily activities like shopping, visiting her friends, or cleaning the house.

However, I couldn't help but notice that Stevie's dress attire became a little more revealing as the days passed.

Then on the last day when she walked into the dining room where we had been studying, wearing a very low-cut, almost transparent white tank top along with the shortest red and black plaid skirt I had ever seen, I just had to comment, "Honey, don't you think that outfit might be a bit too revealing?"

Stevie, standing with her hands on her hips, gave me her typical pouting look and yapped, "So, what are you saying, Daddy? You don't like how I dress, now?"

One thing I've learned over the years is you never honestly comment on how a woman dresses or looks when they ask you a question like that, unless you're prepared to face the consequences afterward, and lied, "No, Cupcake, I didn't mean it that way. You're an adult now, so however you want to dress is your decision. I was referring to what your mother might say if she saw you in that skirt."

Brazenly, Stevie approached the table and braced both her hands on top of it, causing her body to bend forward in the process, almost exposing her obviously bare breasts to my eyes, and uttered, "Well, Mom isn't here right now, so as long as you're okay with it, I don't see the harm, do you?"

I couldn't help but gaze at her hard little nipples jutting out of the light material and felt my face flush when I realized she caught my glare and only smirked when I replied, "No... I guess I don't, either."

Fuck. I thought when I felt my dick sinfully begin to harden. Thinking quickly, I said, in hopes of getting my mind off of this inappropriate banter I was having with my daughter, "Okay, enough of that. Let's get started."

"Alright, Daddy," Stevie replied and spiritedly sat in the chair next to me.

Fuck! That day seemed to drag by much slower than usual, and it was becoming harder to control myself from stealing glances at my daughter every time she would adjust herself in the chair. I'm sure I had caught a hint of the white panties that were under that tiny skirt of hers out of the corner of my eye, more than once.

Thankfully I was able to sway my unfatherly indiscretion and finished the last day of studying with my daughter without any more embarrassing behavior on my part.

However, that night as my wife slept peacefully next to me, I couldn't help but wank one out to my daughter's sultry image dressed in those sinful clothes.

Once again, I ventured into our bathroom to clean off the mess I had made and said to myself, "I need to quit thinking like this. No good can come of it, that's for sure."

To my surprise, I was able to calm my inner demons and figured all would be going back to normal once our daughter had actually passed the year.

It wasn't until the day our son had finally come home that one of my little devils revealed its ugly head again, and I watched intensely as my wife hugged our son when he walked through the front door.

It was just your typical mother and son embrace to the average person, but it was more than that to my eyes -- much more. And my mind went crazy as they hugged each other in front of me.

In my demented mind, what was supposed to happen next was that they both were likely to kiss passionately before tearing off each other's clothes. Then as they stood naked, exploring each other's bodies with their eyes, they would move closer together and then start to masturbate one another.

I could hear my wife's voice in my head, asking our son to make her come as she jerked vigorously on his stiff pole.

"Kevin?" I heard, breaking me out of my taboo state.

"Huh? What?" I blurted.

"Well, aren't you going to welcome our son home?"

"Oh yeah!" I replied, giving Robby a hearty handshake. "You need help with your stuff?"

"No, Dad. I got it. Thanks for asking."

Thankfully, as I felt the sweat build on my brow, our daughter also decided to greet her brother, allowing me time to slip away to recollect my thoughts.

Alone in the kitchen, I fought with myself until I thought it was safe to return and rejoined everyone in the living room.

Meadow and Robby never hit a low in their conversation, leaving Stevie and me to watch in amazement as to the length of their chattering, until finally it ended, when Meadow said, "Oh, look at the time. I should get supper ready."

"No need," I said. "We should go out to eat."

"Great idea, Honey!" Meadow said, her face gleaming in delight.

So that's what we did, and of course, all through dinner and the ride to and from the restaurant, they discussed everything from our son's love life to what he did on-campus from day to day.

I do love my son, but to be honest, all this talking was getting under my skin, so when we finally arrived home, I decided not to partake in any more 'catching up' and went to our bedroom instead.

I don't know how long they talked that evening downstairs in the living room, but I remember it was late before my wife slipped into the bed next to me.

Things started to settle down more as the days went by, giving my son and me time to do the stuff fathers and sons like to do together; watch the sports channel.

Then, Meadow strolled into the room wearing a pair of dark blue jeans along with a slim-fit pinkish tank top and sat next to me. I deduced that Robby did have a thing for his mother when I caught his eyes peeking at her body as she laid her head on my shoulder while he sat in the love seat.

No way was my mind playing tricks on me this time, I thought, as I watched our son gaze at his mother's marvelous breasts while she rubbed her hand on my chest.

More than once I've fallen prey to my wife's sexy figure, but this was her son, not her husband, undressing her with his eyes, and now having that image made me think long and hard about how I had done the same with my mother.

Fuck. Is Robby like I was at his age? I thought and then wondered if it was true.

Maybe just as Dad did, I might actually be able to get something started between them, I wickedly figured.

My cock was getting hard thinking of that suggestion, and I wasn't aware my wife had also noticed my growing appendage until she whispered in my ear, "Getting frisky?"

Thinking quickly, I whispered back, "Um... Yeah. I think I better grab a drink before you get me too worked up."

Meadow sat upright as I walked into the kitchen and quickly popped open a beer. But instead of hurrying back, I peeked out of the doorway and watched Meadow and Robby from a distance.

I was sure in my twisted mind-frame with me gone, Robby would be more at ease with gawking at his mother, and I wanted to see if something else might happen. I haven't a clue what that might be, but in my sick mental state, I hoped something would.

That's it, Robby, I thought as I spied my son once again admiring his mother's figure while she sprawled out on the sofa, even more. She was tossing her arms out and resting them on the back of the couch, causing those lushes melons of hers to protrude outwardly, almost saying 'please come and lick them.'

Do it, Son! Please do it! Say something to her. Tell her she's sexy. Say she's hot. Tell her how hard she's making you right now! I thought as my hand now was rubbing over my super-stiff cock.

"Daddy?" I heard, making me jump, and I was shocked when I saw my daughter standing behind me with a puzzled look on her face.

"What are you doing?" She asked as my face flushed.

I was at a loss for words, and quickly trying to put some sentences together that might sound reasonable, blurted out, "Just checking the score while I have a beer."

I felt my heart sink when my daughter's eyes lowered to my groin. I was sure she had somehow read my mind about what I was thinking and waited for the repercussions. Except that didn't happen.

What did happen was: Stevie grinned kind of devilishly when she looked at my face and said, "Must be an exhilarating game."

I just stood there speechless as she ever-so-casually walked past me and into the living room.

I slammed what was left of my beer and grabbed another one as I went back into the room myself, only to see that Stevie had taken my spot on the sofa and said, "Can you make some room?"

Stevie scooted down a little, and I slipped between her and my wife. Of course, as before, Meadow rested her head on my shoulder and placed her hand on my chest, again. I also had my daughter's thigh pressing into mine, making me feel just a tad uncomfortable after what happened in the kitchen.

Thankfully the game ended shortly afterward, and I became more at ease when Stevie wasn't interested in watching a flick on the tv that Meadow wanted to see and gracefully departed to her room.

To be honest, the movie was boring, and it wasn't long before Meadow even commented on changing the channel, but I responded, "Listen, why don't we just head up to bed? It's late, anyway."

Meadow agreed but gave our son a quick peck on the cheek before leaving with me, which only caused my dick to jump slightly.

Once inside our bedroom, I heard Meadow purr, "So... Care to explain what got you so worked up tonight?"

"Not really," I said as I stripped off my clothes and crawled into bed.

Meadow also undressed and, as she lay next to me naked, remarked, "You know you want to."

I looked at her and sighed, "Yeah. I do. You know me too well."

Meadow giggled as she nuzzled up next to me. I could feel the warmth of her body as her breast pressed into my chest, and I said, "I caught Robby checking you out."

Meadow slightly moved away and replied, "What do you mean by checking me out?"

"Just what I said. Checking you out. You know, admiring your sexy figure."

"Robby? No way." Meadow half-chuckled. "And even if it was true, why would that rile you up?"

It was time for me to confess my sins and I blurted out, "Because I now understand why Dad wanted to watch me do stuff with my mom."

I could sense Meadow's body react, and not in a positive way, and thought that maybe this wasn't such a good idea, as she appeared to be in some deep thought.

However, that didn't last long, and I felt my wife once again snuggle up to me and whisper, "So, what you're telling me is, seeing Robby eyeballing me got you all hot and bothered."

I forwent talking and gave a slow nod.

I then felt my wife's hand palm over my nut sack and heard her say, "So... Did he look at me like you used to look at your mother?"

"Yes," I said as my wife's hand started to toy with my balls.

"And you think he was undressing me with his eyes?"

"Yes," I groaned, feeling her hand now shift upwards to my ever-hardening dick.

"And now you think my baby boy is in his room, jerking off to me?"

"Christ! OH! Yes..." I croaked, feeling Meadow work my dick up to its full potential.

"Put your fingers inside me." Meadow hissed, and I willingly obliged by sliding two digits inside her.

"Oh yes... Mmm." Meadow purred and then muttered, "Now, tell me what you image our son is envisioning while he jerks off."

I could feel her pussy tightening up as I said, "He's wondering what it would be like to suck on your breast."

"Oh! Mmm. Ahhh. Which one?"

"The left one," I said as I increased my tempo inside her now wet pussy. "Making your nipple hard, as he flicks his tongue over it."

Meadow's hand went faster over my shaft as her legs spread wider, and I heard her say, "Keep going. Tell me more."

I put my head next to her ear and, while I added a third digit, whispered, "Now, he's picturing himself kissing slowly down your body. He's enjoying how soft your skin is on his lips. Lower and lower he goes, kissing your body until he's at your navel, thrilled to see how your body is reacting to his seduction."

"Oh, Kevin..." Meadow cried as her body thrust upward, pushing my fingers even deeper inside her.

"Then gingerly, he continues downward, until he can smell your sweet musk filling his nostrils, tempting him to explore a place a son shouldn't go."

"Yes. Kevin! Keep going! Keep going!" Meadow implored while her hand grasped my dick hard as it went feverishly over my shaft, sending my cum to race up my post.

"Unsure, he hesitantly flicks his tongue over your slit and is happy when you respond by parting your legs, giving him more access to your most forbidden place. A place a son shouldn't be. But he can't help it! His want for you is too great, and he can't help himself from nibbling on your little bud."

"Christ, Kevin! OH FUCK!" Meadow howled. "Fuck Me! Fuck Me now!"

Quickly I got between my wife's legs, and just as my throbbing cock touched her drenched entrance, I felt her hands pull on my ass, sending my entire girth inside her.

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