mignon art

Once she’d finally found a good spot, she remembered what she was trying to do. Slowly and steadily, she brought her hand up and over his chest, the light sheet rippling above her the only thing keeping them from the warm autumn night. Again, she brought it down past the end of the hair on his belly and only stopped once she felt that rough patch of hair just above his groin. With only the moon filtering through the sheet above she could barely make it out as she peered over her dad’s waist. Short and curly, much curlier than his armpit hair, pitch-black, though most of his hair was with only a bit of grey poking through.

“We have to talk,” she said sharply.“I didn’t tell anyone!” I protested. “Promise.“Oh, I know,” she replied. “I would be fired or in jail or both if you had. We both know that shouldn’t have happened and can never happen again. I’m sorry, I don’t know what got into me.”“I’m sorry too. But I like you so much!” I said with typical juvenile lameness.

“That's right, Brianna, that's right!” she purred, kicking up her thrusting yet another notch, excited by my acknowledgement of her superiority. God, it felt good! Even after she'd made me cum, and I was nowhere near being able to have another one, I just could not believe how amazing she felt up my ass! She went for what seemed almost like forever, giving it to me hard, fast, and deep, making me tremble and moan for her like a pathetic little bitch in heat! But finally, it was time.