My back is now covered in his sweat. I put my hands behind my neck and slowly rotate. I pull my lips away from his along with my right hand from his shaft. I look over my shoulder when my butt faces him, purse my lips in a flirty manner, and see him stare at it and lick his lips. Ryan’s dad, Greg, is an average looking 56 year-old dad with grey hair mixed with some remaining light brown. Uh. I wish I could because you look so hot like that. Now a whimper escapes from her with every one of my grunting thrusts. (Greg)
“I wish you could have met Lindsay. You know that, right?”
(Ryan)
“I know, Pop. It’s warm and very hairy. So that’s what I’m doing.” I wrap my fingers around as much of his girth as I can and start slowly pumping it up and down with a slight twist. I’m going to get ready for work.”
(Elizabeth)
I watch Ryan walk down the hall to our room before I clean up the game.
