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“Fuck! I hope that never happens again!” she blurted out as she entered the house.
I had been quietly sitting on the couch, perched in my usual spot, writing, when she burst in with a flare for the dramatic.
“What happened?” I inquired, merely raising an eyebrow.
“Get in the bedroom and I’ll tell you.”
That can only mean one thing.
I saved my work, closed my laptop, and followed her to the bedroom. By the time I got there she was already naked, her legs spread wide, her right hand slapping her pussy with a small splash.
“What are you waiting for?” she asked impatiently.
“I came as fast as I could,” I said as I began removing my clothes.
“Well, don’t cum as fast as you can now if you want to hear what I have to tell you.”
I slid into her already lubricated puss and she let out a gasp of relief.
“Am I wet, Daddy?” she asked.
“A juice box,” I said. “What is going on?”
She didn’t speak immediately. She was enjoying the ride. Her hands had moved to her sides and she was pulling her ass cheeks, spreading herself as wide as she could go.
“Can you feel me?” she asked.