Amateur white woman sucks her black daddy
It definitely hadn't been like this in my head. Then again, hardly anything with him went the way I expected it to.
My other leg was draped so that my calf rested in his lap, his cock propped up between his abs and my shin.
His tongue echoed the motions above. It was agonizing.
I fell asleep with tears drying on my face and my heart feeling crushed. The next morning, I found cans of chicken noodle soup and clear juice stocked in the kitchen; tissues and pain relievers in the bathroom; and bedding folded on the ottoman.
Before I could even ask about the pie I always made, she mentioned that as she had cut back on sweets, she hoped I wasn't too upset if we just skipped dessert altogether.
I tried not to imagine the awkward atmosphere at dinner where none of us talked. At all.
I used to stare at the pictures for days.