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you,

at was worse; the word she mumbled on, or the se

ounded like a war drum in my chest. I could still see her... Michela, my sweet stepdaught

ently, those thick thighs pressed together, lace panties disappea

ell is wro

he sink, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My fac

ed to be the responsible one. The man who promised her

t the sight of her nearly naked body. Not the man who couldn't handle the thought

rowled unde

nd maybe only visit home during holidays. But Michela had cried and pleaded it was Rockville College or nothing, she ha

deas. Letting her go wasn't easy, just like letting her stay. I

hand, the tip looked swollen, ready to devour the

it rolled off her tongue, innocent yet loaded with something m

Michela got back from school, that was the o

eminding myself every single day that she was off

l had that heavy size of hips. Little girls do not

he way her nipples had hardened under my gaze, the shy

arder around my cock. It stood strong and ach

tighter around it and

instead of covering herself. Imagining her dropping her a

while I pulled her against me. I pumped faster, my breath coming in harsh pants. The so

" I whispered to the empty

ile she reached for me. The fantasy was so vivid I could almost

the release I knew I shouldn't want. Guilt twisted in my gut even as pleasure built like fire in my spin

I did c

wall as my cock pulsed in my fist. My knees nearly buckled but I kept stroking through

outstretched while my dick still stood. I breathed heavily, trying to catch my breat

I hea

female voice called from downsta

ac

the living room as she moved around like sh

ough water on my face to wash away the evidence of what I'd jus

en as I thought it, the image of Michel

a never liked the idea of me bringing any woman to the house, and when I

ay from this temptation. I walked out of the bathroom with a t