watchmewithher:I told you I was going out with my friends. That I’d be back late. I told you not to
watchmewithher:I told you I was going out with my friends. That I’d be back late. I told you not to wait up. But you knew what it really meant. So you did wait up. You waited long enough to hear voices as I came through the door. Hushed giggles and the unmistakable sound of making out. You crept down the remaining stairs, already wet. You’d been wet all night in anticipation of my return. My return with another girl. By the time you got close enough to peek, it was our moans you could hear. You snuck a look and your jaw dropped wide. She must have been half my age. Half your age. She was. She was still a teenager, only just discovering the thrills of forbidden sex with older men. She was loving it. You couldn’t help but love it too. The jealousy of seeing such a young pretty slut taking my cock like a pro..it made your stomach knot, but your pussy soaked. You lost count of how many times you came as I fucked her. Her leg up, over the counter. I took her in every way. But your favourite moment..that was when she breathlessly begged for my number. She needed more, and so did I. -- source link