Ethan
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A few days had passed and it was always the same. Rubbing our genitals, sucking her p***y until she comes.
But whenever I wanted to sink my c**k into her hole, she’d stop.
I remembered how she had cradled my face and muttered to me. “Not tonight,” she whispered against my lip. “We can’t cross that line. That would be us betraying your father.”
Many times I felt like telling her, my father wanted this. But I knew she would stop it.
I had even asked what if it was my father who had told me to do this. She laughed and said I was saying that because I wanted to hit her. But if it was true, it meant my father didn’t love her. But he was just keeping her around because she’s helpful to me.
She didn’t need to spell it out for me to know she'd leave if she ever found out my fath
