No more pretending we didn’t touch. Not five minutes after Dad started driving me to class, he had a bulge he couldn’t deny. When I rubbed his thigh, he was trying not to wreck. When I squeezed his cock, he stopped yelling and resisting.
No more pretending we didn’t touch. Not five minutes after Dad started driving me to class, he had a bulge he couldn’t deny. When I rubbed his thigh, he was trying not to wreck. When I squeezed his cock, he stopped yelling and resisting.