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11/13/2023 10:08 am

AzAbali's Story Time #1

Good morning everyone!

I've been porno-writing for a long time, but I haven't shared publicly in a LONG time. These stories are an insight into my kinks, but you let me know what you think. Who knows, maybe, if you're a VERY good or bad girl, you'll get a story about you.

That being said, here is the first one.

The Gift

“Here”

I looked at the notification on my phone and my heart started to pound in my chest. I always reacted this way when she came over. I would get really nervous and wonder if the house was ready for visitors, even if I had spent the day picking up. She had never said anything, and she wasn’t the kind of girl who would, but I still worried about it. As I walked through the house to go greet her, I glanced around and made sure that there was nothing out of place. Everything looked alright, and I relaxed a little.

When I opened the door and walked outside, she was just getting out of her car. Smiling at me, she walked up the driveway. I’m not going to lie, she was stunning, as always, and I felt myself stir at the sight of her. She was wearing a 2 piece dress with a tropical print, perfect for hanging out at my tiki bar in the backyard. The skirt had slits up both sides, giving me a good look at her perfect, sexy legs. Her long, blonde hair was hanging loose around her shoulders. She had put on false eyelashes, a treat for me that she knew I liked. Her makeup was perfect and she had what some people would call “pouty” lips. They made her look sweet, yet devious when she wasn’t smiling or upset.

“Hi, princess,” I greeted her as she got closer to me. “You look amazing!”

“Thank you! Happy Birthday!”, she said. “I wore this for you. I’m glad you like it.”

I more than liked it. The outfit showed off a lot of skin, and was very sexy, but in a restrained way. It took a lot of willpower not to let my gaze linger on the exposed skin of her legs, arms, and stomach as I took in the whole outfit. I immediately wanted to pull her close, and feel her body pressed against mine. I showed some restraint though, with much difficulty.

I indicated that she should walk towards the door, and followed behind her. As we reached the door, I stepped in front of her and held it open. She had been over several times, and knew where to turn to put her belongings down. I walked into the kitchen with her, and she set down a small purse with an item of clothing sticking out.

We chatted as I mixed drinks for us. It was my birthday, and I was determined to celebrate for once. I handed her a drink and she held hers out saying, "Cheers!". I clinked my glass against hers and we both sipped our drinks.

I don't mix my drinks strongly on purpose, but inevitably, they end up there. That's both the curse and the allure of tiki drinks. As we both took our first drinks, we simultaneously grimaced then made a noise of appreciation as the heavy liquor taste gave way to those of fruits and mixers.

I asked if hers was too strong and she just smiled at me, then took another drink, as if to say, "Not at all."

We took our drinks out to the back, to relax and chat before dinner. The lights in my backyard tiki bar were low and gave the space an intimate feel. I turned on the misting system and started playing music on the Alexas on the bar.

"Do you want to hit the bong with me, princess?"

She was in the middle of taking another long pull from her drink, but made eye contact with me and nodded her head yes. I noticed she was putting the drink down faster than I was and didn't want to be left out. I grabbed my drink and took a long drink, knowing that drinking tiki drinks like this was a recipe for getting messed up really fast. I hoped she was aware as well.

Walking behind the bar, I pulled out the bong and the stash box. Reaching into the fridge, I grabbed a couple of ice cubes and loaded them into the bong, setting it up for chilled hits. Loading the bowl up, I handed it over to her, saying, "Ladies first, beautiful."

She reached out and took the bong and lighter from me as I held it out to her. Her fingers brushed against mine lightly, and I had to hold in a shiver of pleasure at the sensation… warm, soft skin against my own, however briefly. I chalked it up to coincidence, even though I secretly wished she had done it on purpose.

When she had finished her hit, she passed the bong to me. I took a lungful of the heavy smoke, feeling the effects as I held in the hit. I knew I was probably going to be in trouble. The drinks were strong and the weed was hitting just right. That was usually the kind of night that I would find myself laying in bed, fantasizing about her and stroking myself. Tonight, I had already felt her fingers brush against mine, and she looked even more desirable than usual. I knew I was going to have a lot to think about later on.

As we sat at the bar, we talked about music, and a Disneyland trip I wanted to take her on, while we smoked more. She was listening to me talk about the hotel I wanted to stay at with her, and at the same time, spinning back and forth on her bar stool. Every time she spun, she brushed her knees and legs against mine.

At first, I apologized because I thought I was sitting too close, but she said it was okay. I was already starting to feel pretty buzzed, and since she didn't seem to be discouraging me, I didn't move out of the way as she continued to spin. Every time her knees or legs brushed against mine, there was a lingering contact as she gently pushed past me. I made eye contact, to see if she was going to react to me not moving, and she smiled at me.

She knew that I fantasized about her often. Most nights were spent imagining the way she would feel as I pulled her close, and touched her. I wondered if she was doing this to tease me, or to give me more to fantasize about. Feeling her pressing against me, I was definitely thinking about what I would be imagining later.

I needed a break, because I was close to reaching out and stroking her leg the next time she spun around. I wasn’t sure what would happen if I did, and I wasn't willing to ruin my birthday finding out.

"When do you want to eat dinner, princess?"

She shrugged. "I'm not really hungry yet. If you're hungry we can eat now."

"I'm not really ready to eat yet either. I'm just enjoying your company, drinking and smoking. Do you want to change into bathing suits and get in the hot tub, princess?"

"Ooh, yes! That sounds amazing," she said.

I walked into the house with her, and she stopped in the kitchen to grab her bag. As we walked towards the bedroom, I walked behind her, admiring the way her ass looked in the outfit she was wearing. I filed the sight away for later enjoyment.

My bedroom was lit in my favorite way, with colored lights hanging from the curtains, and colored bulbs lighting the room. I told Alexa to brighten the room as we went in.

She asked, "What's this gray thing?"

She was looking at my toy box, which was also a bench. I grinned somewhat mischievously at her and said, "That's my toy box, and it's only for very good or very bad girls."

"Really?! Ooh, can I look?!"

We didn't have anything more pressing than getting into the hot tub, so I flipped the lid open and let her see the inside. Her eyes widened at the sight of all the toys. Floggers, spankers, and restraints, as well as many other items filled the toy box, promising fun and excitement.

As she began to look through the toys, I had a moment of desire. Just watching her play with the toys, giving some an experimental swing, or whacking one against her hand, was causing me some discomfort because of the reaction I was having.

I spent some time going through the toys with her, explaining what certain ones were for. Such naughty things were going through my head while I was explaining. It made my situation even more uncomfortable because as she would reach out to take a toy from me, our hands would inadvertently touch. It took a lot to not hold onto one of them when they did.

I found myself using "you" and "I" a lot as I explained or demonstrated toys. I didn't intentionally do that, I just slipped into it and when she didn't object, I continued. An example of this happened when she asked about a restraint and I said, "I'd use those to tie you to the bed by your wrists and ankles. Then when you were strapped down, I'd use this thing to tease you all over your body."

I was fully turned on now, and I was having a hard time keeping the evidence from showing. However, I was also very excited and more than a little buzzed from the liquor and the weed.

We spent about 30 minutes looking at toys, and finally I said, "I'm going to get my bathing suit and some towels. I even ordered you some special ones."

I had planned on changing in the guest bathroom, while she changed in my bedroom, but she pulled her suit out of her bag and went into the master bathroom. She didn't fully close the door behind her, and through the gap in the door, I saw her start to get undressed. The bare skin of her back was exposed, and I knew if I looked a little closer, she had pierced nipples. It was hard for me to not look closer, but I managed to pull myself away.

Since she was getting dressed in the bathroom with the door closed, I went ahead and stripped down in the bedroom and put on my trunks. There was a moment of panic as I pulled my shorts up and was adjusting my cock, hard from thinking about her naked only a few feet away, when she opened the bathroom door. I grabbed the towels and held them in front of myself, hoping it wasn't obvious that I was very aroused.

She stopped in front of the giant mirror and admired herself, fixing her suit and adjusting it so it sat right. Her nipples were somewhat hard and could easily be seen through the fabric, as well as her piercings.

I wasn't sure if she was doing it for my benefit or not, but I wasn't complaining either way. She finished adjusting herself, and I walked up next to her, handing her a towel and saying, "Damn, babygirl! You look fucking hot!"

She smiled at me, and said "Thank you. This bathing suit you bought me is hot and makes me feel sexy."

She draped the towel around her shoulders and we walked back out into the kitchen. I asked her if she wanted another drink in the hot tub. She did, so I made us each another drink, zombies this time, and they were STRONG.

When we hit the backyard again, we sat at the bar to hit the bong again and refresh our high before we got in the hot tub. She started spinning again, and this time it was much harder to keep from staring at her. Since she was wearing her bathing suit, there was much more skin touching me as she twisted back and forth on her chair. As she twisted, her legs would flex and I had to work at not staring at her thighs when this happened. This time, I didn’t shy away from the contact, but instead left my leg where it was and let her legs brush against mine. We chatted while I loaded the bong, and then hit it, passing it back and forth, feeling the high ease through our bodies.

“I want to take pictures back here,” she said. “It’s like a tropical island, and I could get some really great pics for my OnlyFans.”

“I’m down to take them, you only have to tell me when,” I said back. We had been talking about me doing some photo shoots for her page, and for my own personal collection, but thus far hadn’t found the time to get together to do any. She smiled at me, knowing that I was really looking forward to being able to do shoots with her. I knew that someday, we would be able to work out a time to get set up and take pictures.

When the bowl was empty, I stood up and walked towards the hot tub. She followed me, and we stood there at the side of the hot tub. I was a little shy, but she had no such qualms and tossed her towel onto a chair. She bent over the edge and stuck her hand in the water, exclaiming in delight at how nice it felt. I had a sudden urge to walk up behind her and put my hands on her shoulders or her hips, but I didn’t want things to be awkward.

I put the waterproof speaker in the water, and started a playlist. It was a mix of relaxing tunes, more upbeat tunes, and some that were definitely suggestive. Then, once I had my drink within reach, I climbed into the hot tub and sank down into the hot water.

She followed me in and the noise she made as she sat down in the water once again got my imagination turning in inappropriate ways. At least in the hot tub, she couldn’t see that I was aroused again.

As we settled in, I reached over and turned the bubbles on. She laughed, startled by the sudden rush of bubbles over her body. The bubbles both made our bodies more buoyant and created a current, which immediately caused both of us to start bumping into each other.

I apologized and she said, "No, it's totally fine."

We sat without talking for a few minutes, just relaxing in the bubbles and listening to the music. Every once in a while, the current and the bubbles would bump us together, or our fingers would touch when we paddled our arms to keep from moving. As we sat there, I realized I was having the best birthday I had had in a long, long time.

“Hey, princess. I just want to say thanks for making this the best birthday I’ve had in a long time. It means a lot that you would come over and spend time with me to celebrate.”

She smiled and said, “Aww, that’s so sweet! Of course. I’m glad I could be here for your birthday. Besides, it’s not over yet.”

I smiled at her and said, “Right?”, but internally I was trying to figure out what she meant. I thought about the bumping legs and some of the other touching that had happened that night. I didn’t know what to think. I really wanted her and had for a long time, but was I just seeing things that were totally innocent and misreading the situation? My better judgment being on vacation after the last round of drinks, I figured I would keep going.

Instead of fighting against the current, I let it carry me around the edge of the hot tub, so instead of sitting across from her, I was sitting about a third of the way around the edge from her. As if encouraging me, the next time her leg bumped against mine, she didn’t move it away, and taking this as encouragement, neither did I.

I rested my hand on her knee, lightly, and watched her reaction. She leaned her head back against the side of the hot tub and let the mist wash over her face, but said nothing about my hand. I squeezed her knee a little, and saw a little smile play over her lips. We talked for a little while, the whole time our legs were pressed against each other, and my hand stayed on her knee. Every once in a while, I would give it a little squeeze, or let my fingers brush lightly against her.

The current and the bubbles kept gradually pushing us closer, and soon, I was sitting pretty much next to her. Her leg was draped over mine, and my hand was still on her knee. I was so relaxed that as we were talking, I didn’t realize my fingers were trailing higher and higher up her leg and thigh until, in a moment of clarity, it finally dawned on me that my fingers had been lightly caressing her from knee to high up on her inner thigh. The only thing that clued me in was feeling her other thigh and realizing that I was so high up her leg that I was feeling both of them.

I started to move my hand away, when the thought struck me that she hadn’t appeared bothered. Indeed, when the current finally pushed us together, she had adjusted her leg so that I could continue to trace my fingers up and down it.

I traced my fingers up her leg again, lightly, letting the bubbles push my hand. Then back down again, ending with a small squeeze on her leg. The next time I drifted my hand upward, I went all the way until I felt the fabric of her bikini bottoms against my fingers. She made a small noise when I touched the sensitive skin, but didn’t say anything, only looked at me and bit her lip. Now, instead of going all the way back down to her knee, I traced my fingers across her thighs, then up again until my fingers brushed the fabric again.

She adjusted her legs again, keeping one on top of mine, slightly bent and bending her knee on the other leg.

I thought I had fucked up, so I said, “I’m sorry! I got carried away!”

She smiled at me and said, “I was just getting more comfortable.”

I said, "Ohhh!", and grinned with sudden understanding. A thrill went through my body, and suddenly my hands felt like an electric tingle was shooting through them and my heart started to pound in my chest.

Give me credit, I didn't immediately start groping her. I had the chance to do something I had wanted for a very long time, and I wasn't going to rush it. I continued to stroke my fingers up and down the inside of her thighs. I would lightly trail my fingers up one thigh until I felt her bikini bottoms, then switch to the other leg and trace my way down.

I continued doing this, feeling like even if nothing else happened, I was going to have so much to fantasize about. My cock was hard and straining against my swim trunks rather uncomfortably. It was hard (no pun intended) to maintain a relaxed attitude, when I really needed to adjust myself, but I didn't want to have her thinking I was getting myself off or something.

The water still felt damn fine, and I figured that was a good time to refresh our drinks and bring out the little silicon pipe. I wasn't thinking when I stood up in the hot tub, but as soon as I did, I realized that my cock was plainly hard and visibly straining against my trunks.

I climbed out of the tub as quickly as I could, while still looking calm. I didn't know if she had seen, but I couldn't just sit back down. I had promised more drinks and more smoking.

I was out of the tub for a few minutes loading the pipe and mixing new drinks. When I got back, I noticed she was sunk deeper into the water. I put her drink on the holder, and arranged mine and the pipe so I could grab them when we wanted them. I internally kicked myself for getting out and ruining the moment, but I figured I had such fantastic memories from tonight that I'd have plenty of things to fantasize about while getting myself off.

When I settled back into the water, I laughed about having to move when I had been so comfortable. She slid around the edge of the tub, and rearranged herself so her leg was on top of mine again. I pulled the pipe out and we passed it back and forth, each taking a few hits, while also sipping our drinks.

She was comfortably close to me, and I resumed stroking her legs. I hadn't been doing it for very long when I noticed that every time I got near the top of her thighs, she was slightly raising her hips. This would push her against my hand for a brief moment. I immediately got hard again, and as I stroked her legs, I let myself imagine what was just out of touch under the fabric of her bikini bottoms.

Her movement startled me back to attention. She shifted in the hot tub, leaning closer against me. With a jolt, I realized that I could feel bare skin against my arm where she was leaning. About the same time, she pulled something out of the water and draped it over the edge of the hot tub. It was her bikini top!

"I wanted to be more comfortable, so I took it off while you were inside getting drinks," she said, her voice low and soft. "I hope that's okay."

I faltered in my stroking for a moment, completely taken unawares. Even now, my hands shake and my heart is pounding in my chest as I remember what that moment was like.

When I began tracing her thighs with my fingertips, she pushed herself against my hand even more than she had been before. I had been avoiding touching her bikini bottoms, instead jumping from one thigh to the other when I felt her bottoms. Now, as she pushed her hips up, I let my fingers brush across her bottoms, meeting her pressure with a gentle pressure of my own. My cock twitched at the thought of her pretty little pussy, separated from my fingers by the thin fabric of her bikini bottoms, not to mention her bare breasts only inches from my hands.

Every time I trailed my fingers up her leg, and across her body to her other leg, she thrust her hips up to meet my fingers. Finally, one time, as she pushed her hips against my fingers, I rubbed my thumb down between her legs, pressing it against her clit.

She gasped and pushed against my hand harder, and I moved my thumb in a circular motion, massaging her clit, and rubbing my thumb up and down her pussy from outside her bathing suit.

She slid one hand from the edge of the hot tub to her chest and began playing with her piercings and her nipples, teasing them into hard marbles that I wanted to take into my mouth and kiss and lick and nibble on.

I was still playing with her clit and stroking her pussy through her bikini bottoms. I moved my thumb to the edge of her bikini, where her legs met the fabric. I ran my thumb along the edge of her bottoms, and traced the edge, tickling the sensitive skin.

She bucked her hips and pressed herself against my hand. I pulled her bottoms to the side, and continued to play with her clit. Even in the hot tub I could feel how warm and slippery she was, and my manhood became harder than it had been all night. She moaned softly as I touched her most intimate of places.

I took hold of her leg, and pulled her closer so I had more room to play. I maneuvered her into a position in front of me. She was leaning back against me, her bare back against my chest. I’m sure she could feel my hardness, my need, pressing into her. I wrapped one arm around her stomach to keep her close and tight against me. With the other hand, I began tracing my fingers across the waistline of her bikini, back and forth, feeling how soft and pleasant her stomach was.. Because of the angle she was leaning against me at, I was able to slide my fingers into the top of her bikini and resume playing with her clit. Every time I stroked it just right, she would moan and rock back against me.

I lightly kissed the back of her neck, and nibbled behind her ear. My fingers were busily exploring her, feeling the soft warmth of her arousal. I moved my other hand from around her stomach up to her breasts, lightly caressing her nipples and gently pinching them, rolling the hard tips in my fingertips while flicking her piercings. She leaned her head back on my shoulder, completely relaxing against me and letting me take the lead.

I reached up with both hands and grabbed her shoulders, massaging them firmly, and continued down her arms, then back up. From her shoulders, I then traced my hands down and cupped her breasts, small and sexy, in my hands. I pulled her against me while holding her like that and she pushed back into me. We stayed like that for a few minutes, murmuring quiet and sexy suggestions to each other.

I slid my hands from her tits to her waist and pushed her up. She let me guide her, although she wasn’t sure what I was doing. I stood up in the hot tub, and pulled her up to me. I pulled her against me, firmly, but gently. Her hard nipples and piercings pressed against my chest and my cock twitched in response. I stepped back from her and admired the way her bare chest looked in the lights and decided she was even more gorgeous and desirable than I had ever thought. Hard to consider for someone who had fantasized about this woman for several years at this point.

I bent forward and took one of her nipples in my mouth, kissing and licking and gently biting. It was tricky with her piercings and mine, but I made it work and was rewarded by a gasp and a small moan as I explored. While she was still standing, I began kissing and nibbling on her breasts. If I had been more sure of myself, I would have loved to bite her in various places as I kissed her. Leaving little love marks was a huge kink for me, and with her pale, beautiful skin, such marks would have contrasted perfectly.

As I continued to kiss my way down her body, I knelt to give me better access to her. I kissed the line where her bikini bottoms laid against the flesh of her stomach, soft and warm. Then, still kneeling, I guided her backwards a few steps to the edge of the hot tub. I pulled her hips downward, directing her to sit. She found the edge of the hot tub and sat, leaning with her back against the wall of the storage shed next to it.

I pushed her knees apart, and kissed the inside of her legs, slowly working my way up towards her pussy. Once I was there, I kissed and licked her through the fabric of her bottoms. She was so hot that I could taste her arousal through the cloth, which in turn made my cock twitch in my trunks. I hooked my fingers in her bottoms and began to pull. She raised her hips and let the bottoms slide all the way off. I slid them down her legs and put them on the side of the hot tub next to her top.

My hands were shaking as I pushed her legs apart and once again kissed my way up her inner thighs. I had wanted to taste her for so long and she was ready for me. When I reached her pussy, I gently kissed around it a few times, savoring the taste on my lips, and when I could stand it no longer, I gave a long, slow lick with my tongue. My tongue ring ran over the sensitive nub of her clit and she moaned, a low sound full of desire. That was all I needed and I found myself eagerly licking and tasting her. Her taste was salty and sweet and had just the right combination of womanly musk and juices. I thought I was going to cum in my shorts with how perfect she tasted, and how the situation was playing out.

She was leaning back against the shed, and by now, she was back to caressing her tits while I licked and sucked her pussy. While I was licking, I brought a finger up and started to play with her again. She bucked against my face, grinding her pussy onto my lips and tongue. I teased her clit for a few moments, then slid first one finger, then a second into her. Warm juices spilled out onto my fingers, and I couldn’t help myself. I pulled my fingers out of her and licked them, making sure that not one drop was wasted. Then I dove back in, licking and sucking while also fucking her with my fingers. I was making the come here motion inside of her, when I felt her pussy clamp down on my fingers as she started to cum.

I was completely taken by surprise as her hips started to buck and she began to squirt, but I loved it. Knowing that I had been able to pleasure her to that point made me feel good in ways I can’t describe. She came, quietly biting down on her lip so she didn’t alert the neighbors to what was going on, while still vocalizing in her throat. I wished she had screamed it to the world, but I couldn’t have everything.

As she finished cumming, she relaxed against the wall of the storage shed. I sat back in the water and pulled her down off the edge of the tub into the water with me.

I pulled her close and she leaned against me. I could still feel little shakes in her body as the aftershocks of her orgasm subsided. There wasn’t a need to say anything, I just stroked her shoulder and let her relax.

“Damn babygirl, that was so fucking hot,” I finally breathed quietly to her.

Her response was to straddle me. I could feel her warmth pressing against my cock through my trunks. I wanted to be inside of her so bad, but wasn’t sure if that was going to happen. I would have been content if the day ended like this to be honest. I really liked her, and this was far beyond anything I had ever hoped for.

She leaned in and gave me a long, slow, lingering kiss. Her bare breasts were pressed against my chest, and the sensation of her weight resting comfortably against my cock had me hard and twitching. I knew she could feel it, and I wasn’t trying to hide it. She wiggled experimentally against me and I was the one that gasped this time.

She reached down between us and slipped her hand into my trunks. Her hand was like warm velvet on my cock. She squeezed gently, and stroked me a couple of times.

“Stand up, handsome, these need to come off,” she whispered, tugging on my shorts.
I didn’t need a second invitation. Standing up, I hesitated for just a moment, hoping I hadn’t made her feel obligated to do this. The look she gave me right then, full of desire and mischief, cleared that thought right out of my head. As I slid my shorts down, my fully hard, thick cock bounced into sight. I let gravity carry the shorts the rest of the way off and then I was as naked as she was.

She gently took my cock in her hand, squeezing and stroking gently, then guided it to her mouth. I almost came in her mouth right then. The sensation and the image of my cock in her mouth was too much to take. I managed to hold off though. As she took me into her mouth and began to work her head back and forth, I grabbed a hold of her hair. I wrapped my fingers through it just enough to make her make a noise in her throat while she sucked my dick. Everytime she would hit a sensitive spot, or something felt extra intense, I would pull her hair. It made me harder every time she made a noise, so it was almost a circular effect.

I let her continue for a few minutes, enjoying the feel of her mouth and tongue on my shaft. Finally, I knew I couldn’t take much more. I pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop, and eased myself back down into the water. I pulled her close again, this time the sensation of her naked body against mine was like heaven, and I didn’t want it to end.

“Babygirl, I don’t know what to say. I’ve wanted this for a long time, but I didn’t know how to tell you. The fact that you are here tonight for my birthday and now this on top of it all… it means a lot.”

She snuggled a little closer, then reached down into the water and grabbed my cock again.

“I’ve wanted it too, but you never seemed to notice the hints. Now that you’ve got me though, maybe you should put this to a better use.”

I pulled her around so she was straddling me again. This time there were no clothes in the way, and I could feel her hot pussy, pressed against my straining, hard cock. She lifted her hips a little, and I felt the head of my cock against her, then inside of her as she slid down onto my shaft. She felt perfect, like she was made for me.

Rocking back and forth, we moved together. My cock filled her and I never wanted to stop. I felt her pussy squeeze my dick like a velvet vice as she came. I held her hips, giving myself leverage to thrust into her. She leaned in tight against me and buried her head in my neck, biting me as she came.

“Oh, babygirl…,” I began feeling that quickening sensation that told me I was close to cumming. I started thrusting harder, wanting to be deep in her when I came.

“Fuck me, daddy. Fill me with your cum. I’ve wanted this too,” she moaned in my ear.

Then, I grabbed her hair and pulled her lips to mine. It was when she kissed me back. That was what finally did it. The feeling of our tongues and lips, and the taste of her. I felt my orgasm boiling, and let it go, filling her. Each thrust pumped more hot, thick cum into her. She came again while I was cumming inside her, and we rocked back and forth, holding each other tight.

“Happy birthday, Daddy. I told you it wasn’t over yet. I hope you enjoyed your gift.”

I pulled her closer and said, “Oh, fuck, my beautiful, sexy, babygirl. This was the best birthday ever!”

We sat like that in the hot tub, me inside of her with her leaning against me.

She leaned her mouth close to my ear and purred, “We should have some cake, and then maybe later you can eat it.” As she said the last, she tightened her pussy up on my cock, letting me know just what I could be eating..

I felt like the luckiest birthday boy in the world!

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11/14/2023 5:07 am

WOW that was one hot fucking story - thank You Sir.


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