ALWSD: F∆CKED ON KITCHEN COUNTER 2🫦

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I reached for the drawstring of my sweatpants and let them fall to my ankles. My c**k sprang free, thick and throbbing, already weeping a bead of pre-c*m that glistened in the morning sun. I was now fully naked in the space. I didn't waste another second. I stepped closer, pressing my front against her smooth, bare backside. "Watch her, Angel," I whispered into her ear. I grabbed her hips, my fingers digging into her soft skin. I lined the head of my d**k up against her soaking wet opening. I didn't just shove it in; I pushed slowly—agonizingly slowly. I wanted her to feel every single ridge, every pulse of my veins. "Ohhh... ahhh... Daddy..." She let out a long, shaky breath as I slid an inch inside. Her body was so hot, like a furnace. The tightness was incredible. It felt like she was

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