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Jake Part XVIII - Creative Anachronism

Date: 3/18/2016, Categories: Sex Humor, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: WriterJim, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

those weird flashes of sex-feeling along the whole length of his cock, and then when he shoved into her, not only was he already cumming from that sensation, but she felt loose as hell, too. Or at least she did for a half a second, because after that she tightened up like a damn vise around him, gripping his dick way too hard. She moaned and he sprayed, unable to stop himself from shooting until her cunt overflowed and cum dripped down her thigh. “Ooh yes, fuck me!” she cried. “Fuck m- hey, what the FUCK?!” Jake gathered Petra into his arms and kissed her hard. He loved the look frozen on Mala’s bitch face, loved how well this joke had gone, but seeing his daughter bouncing on that guy’s frozen dick to get him ready to blow had made him feel insanely jealous. Not to mention hard as a rock. His mind was reeling as he tried to decide how and where to fuck her brains out. Based on the way she pressed against him and kissed back, Petra clearly felt the same. Still, some things are worth waiting for, and it had been a hell of a day. “Let’s go home,” Jake ... said, leading Petra out of Chet’s house and down the street; their own house was not far off. Petra giggled. “You don’t want to fool around out here?” Jake shrugged. “It’s been awhile since we were in your bed. I think I want to reward you for today, before I lose all control and fuck you senseless.” Petra pressed close beside him. “That sounds great, Daddy,” she said. “You mind if we postpone that a little? We need to talk.” The voice was female, and familiar. As well it should have been; its owner stepped out from behind a tree and stood before them on the sidewalk. “Carol?” Jake asked. “Yeah. Hi.” Carol Dane, the woman who had helped him after the traffic accident all those long weeks ago, gave a crooked half-smile. “Sorry I never called you back. I’ve had a lot on my plate. Anyway, there’s some things we need to discuss. Mind joining me at that cafe over there?” Jake looked where she was indicating. It was a small place, well-lit; from here he could see a girl cleaning one of the tables. Which was odd, because he hadn’t started time. Carol had.