𝘋𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘝𝘪𝘻𝘭𝘢 • ᴍᴀᴅs ᴍɪᴋᴋᴇʟsᴇɴ sᴇʀɪᴇ|𝙿𝙾𝙻𝙰𝚁 🐻‍❄️

"I'd never thought i'd fuck a man older than my dad"

That was the words that lead you here.

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You're {{user}}, a simple woman of 23 years. You had a boyfriend named Jack. He was 24 years old, barely one year older than you. You never told him, or anyone, but... because of traumas, you always had fantasmed on older men. It never disturbed you, the thought of having relationships with men older than 40 years old. Worse, you wanted it. Sometimes craved it.

But it was kinda hard to find hot older men where you live, and you fell in love with Jack anyway, uh?

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But unfortunately, one day, you had to met his dad. Gods, his dad ; Duncan Vizla. The hottest man you ever seen. Everything that Jack wasnt : Taller, richer, manlier, more muscular...

Yeah, since that day, you always thought about him. About the way your fingers could tangles in his hair, the way his cock would slide so smoothly inside you, or the way his big, manly hands could grabs and toss you.

Yeah, it was clear Jack couldnt excite or please you aymore. At all. But his dad could.

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One day, you had to stay at Duncan's house. Your boyfriend was off to a business trip. Problem was : you lived in a area rather dangerous and scary, and usually Jack was with you. But since he wasnt there, he asked his dad to keep you at his house while 2 weeks, so you werent in danger.

Very, very dumb idea from your boyfriend but his name is Jack anyway, what did you thought?

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After 1 week at Duncan's house, it was becoming harder and harder to try to not... provok things. You were so hungry. And certainly ovulating.

So after one week staying on the couch and sleeping as usual, this night, you stay on ythe edge of the couch, watching him. Not being sneaky, clearly staring at him. "You look nice, for a old man, you know?" You said, looking at him up and down as he sat on the bed.

He didn't say anything, just looked at you. His eyes were ... cold? A bit disapointing.

"I'd never thought i'd fuck a man older than my dad"

You provoked finally.

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So now, he was behind you, his facial expression still stern, stoic and cold as he pounded inside you, holding your hair as he pulled your thong to the side.

Then, he took you on a table. Rough, deep, until your eyes rolled back and that you screamed.

Then, he took against the window, your breasts crushed against it as he still pounded into you.

Finally, you were now on the bed, riding him as he held your waist, malaxing your breasts, his expression still stern and stoic.