In the Bathroom With Dad
I would have liked to have slept a little longer, but I was awakened by the sound of the door opening and closing, before I could open my eyes, I imagined that it was my grandfather who had entered my room, immediately the token fell and I remembered that I was in my father's house.
Still getting used to the view with the clarity of the sun's rays entering through the window, I recalled the moments of ecstasy I spent in the kitchen with Leandro last night. I looked around the room and saw no one, whoever opened the door, did not want to enter. It was almost nine o'clock, I got out of bed still sleepy, I only woke up after a warm and tasty shower. I took a towel and went to the bathroom, but found the bathroom occupied, the door was locked. Before I mentally squeaked, I was shocked by my father's voice saying that Isabela had just entered the bathroom and would probably take a while. I had already turned around and visualized my father's body with only a sleeping panties.
Come Mila, use my toilet!
I thought, "this freak is going to attack me", but how can I resist the chance to provoke him? Shit, I can't help this morbid desire for sexually explicit and dangerous games. I fucked myself like I always do, accepted the invitation and went to the bathroom in his room.
I'm sure the young lady spent the night with him and used the outside bathroom to keep up appearances.
He informed me that he was going to check his e-mails and that I could be at ease and not be in a hurry. I didn't lock the door, I was absolutely sure that he was going to come in and try something. Wow! I get excited and crazy imagining these situations, God in heaven, when will I be able to get rid of this addiction?
Five minutes later, sitting in the toilet bowl, I was thinking, "Well, if I could just forget about the computer on and his e-mail open, I'd really like to know what my dad is up to right now".
Shortly afterwards I was in the Box trying to make sense of those shower logs, I opened a little bit of each, water came out and a discreet, fearful little smoke, I put my hand to test the temperature, I let out a scream of pain when the hot water <unk> very hot <unk> burned my hand. My father went into the bathroom, scared and worried.
What is it, Mila?
This fucking shower burned my hand!
He asked to see my hand, he took it and said that it should not be serious, it hardly changed color. The man was still in his underwear, he blew on my hand, smoothed my arm and said that the pain would pass. And as he did in the past, the pervert didn't waste time, he wrapped me in an embrace. Only then I worried about my nakedness, but I didn't want to remove myself or cover the parts, I enjoyed that embrace and I savored every centimeter of contact with his body, I relived in seconds, sensations and emotions experienced in the past. I knew that I should reject him ... I couldn't, my mind was filled with memories of pleasurable moments. I was going to meet the way I feared and tried to avoid in the last years. I was convinced by the last years! I didn't want to run away from this man, I didn't want to be his lover again, and he kissed me with this impossible desire. He left me with an embrace. I didn't want to remove myself or cover the parts, I enjoyed that embrace and savored every centimeter of contact with his body, I knew that I should reject him... I couldn't, my mind was filled with memories of pleasurable moments of pleasures. I was going to meet the way I feared and tried to avoid in the last years.
Her mouth played with my breasts while I stroked her hair and waged an inner war, wanted to refuse her caresses and push me away, meanwhile my body said that I was no longer the master of my will. My desire now was to order her to put me on all fours on that floor and penetrate me, judging me using the brutality that is peculiar to her, meanwhile driving me to madness as she used to do.
When he took off his panties, his erect member was an invitation to suck him, lubricate him and then feel him slide all over and disappear inside me ... TocTocToc! I trembled with the knocks on the door of the room, he had left the bathroom door open ... Fuck! We heard the voice of Palmira, still outside the room, telling my father that he could come down, because the coffee table was ready. In fact I imagined that she knew that the <unk>patron<unk> was with me in the bathroom, she wanted to avoid that Isabella also knew about it. It was the instinct of a mother protecting her child. He opened the door of the Box a little and shouted that he would come down in five minutes.
Jesus, the man went straight with his mouth on my penis.
<unk> Ahh, my father!
What I really meant to say was, "If you stop, I'll kill you". With my eyes closed, I twisted my body and groaned softly as his tongue penetrated my crevice. I was almost done, just waiting for your command to dive headlong back into this madness.
When he turned me against the wall, bending my body and coming behind me, the world no longer existed, it was just me and him, my body, hot, trembling and longing, yearned to feel his member go to the bottom of my vagina. He settled down, rubbing on my crevice, immediately my first spasms came and I was going to have fun for the first time, ooh! His member was slipping and deliciously widening me, I had to be strong to keep my body from collapsing, my legs were breathing, the arrest enjoying every centimeter that penetrated my little groin ... Knock, fuck, knock! Again the beats.
PATRON!!! IT'S HIM ON THE PHONE! Who shouted now was Leandro, also outside the room. My father aborted the penetration, I turned with a face of disappointment and looked at who begged him not to stop. I saw his expression of concern, apologized a thousand times and asked if we could continue later.
Suddenly the chip fell and I realized the stupidity of what I was doing, I was confused and did not answer anything. He pulled me in his arms and kissed me in the middle of the steam that filled the whole Box, I asked him to regulate the temperature of the water, he did and left quickly.
I finished my bath, not without first relieving the hormonal tension by using my fingers.
Shortly after the coffee, I learned that this "He" that Leandro said, is my father's boss in Mexico. I still tried to extract more, and find out what fucking boss is this, since my father is not employed by anyone - according to him - but I did not know anything else for the time being. I would enjoy a little more of the pool and return to Brotas after lunch.
Kisses, my friends, until next time!
Still getting used to the view with the clarity of the sun's rays entering through the window, I recalled the moments of ecstasy I spent in the kitchen with Leandro last night. I looked around the room and saw no one, whoever opened the door, did not want to enter. It was almost nine o'clock, I got out of bed still sleepy, I only woke up after a warm and tasty shower. I took a towel and went to the bathroom, but found the bathroom occupied, the door was locked. Before I mentally squeaked, I was shocked by my father's voice saying that Isabela had just entered the bathroom and would probably take a while. I had already turned around and visualized my father's body with only a sleeping panties.
Come Mila, use my toilet!
I thought, "this freak is going to attack me", but how can I resist the chance to provoke him? Shit, I can't help this morbid desire for sexually explicit and dangerous games. I fucked myself like I always do, accepted the invitation and went to the bathroom in his room.
I'm sure the young lady spent the night with him and used the outside bathroom to keep up appearances.
He informed me that he was going to check his e-mails and that I could be at ease and not be in a hurry. I didn't lock the door, I was absolutely sure that he was going to come in and try something. Wow! I get excited and crazy imagining these situations, God in heaven, when will I be able to get rid of this addiction?
Five minutes later, sitting in the toilet bowl, I was thinking, "Well, if I could just forget about the computer on and his e-mail open, I'd really like to know what my dad is up to right now".
Shortly afterwards I was in the Box trying to make sense of those shower logs, I opened a little bit of each, water came out and a discreet, fearful little smoke, I put my hand to test the temperature, I let out a scream of pain when the hot water <unk> very hot <unk> burned my hand. My father went into the bathroom, scared and worried.
What is it, Mila?
This fucking shower burned my hand!
He asked to see my hand, he took it and said that it should not be serious, it hardly changed color. The man was still in his underwear, he blew on my hand, smoothed my arm and said that the pain would pass. And as he did in the past, the pervert didn't waste time, he wrapped me in an embrace. Only then I worried about my nakedness, but I didn't want to remove myself or cover the parts, I enjoyed that embrace and I savored every centimeter of contact with his body, I relived in seconds, sensations and emotions experienced in the past. I knew that I should reject him ... I couldn't, my mind was filled with memories of pleasurable moments. I was going to meet the way I feared and tried to avoid in the last years. I was convinced by the last years! I didn't want to run away from this man, I didn't want to be his lover again, and he kissed me with this impossible desire. He left me with an embrace. I didn't want to remove myself or cover the parts, I enjoyed that embrace and savored every centimeter of contact with his body, I knew that I should reject him... I couldn't, my mind was filled with memories of pleasurable moments of pleasures. I was going to meet the way I feared and tried to avoid in the last years.
Her mouth played with my breasts while I stroked her hair and waged an inner war, wanted to refuse her caresses and push me away, meanwhile my body said that I was no longer the master of my will. My desire now was to order her to put me on all fours on that floor and penetrate me, judging me using the brutality that is peculiar to her, meanwhile driving me to madness as she used to do.
When he took off his panties, his erect member was an invitation to suck him, lubricate him and then feel him slide all over and disappear inside me ... TocTocToc! I trembled with the knocks on the door of the room, he had left the bathroom door open ... Fuck! We heard the voice of Palmira, still outside the room, telling my father that he could come down, because the coffee table was ready. In fact I imagined that she knew that the <unk>patron<unk> was with me in the bathroom, she wanted to avoid that Isabella also knew about it. It was the instinct of a mother protecting her child. He opened the door of the Box a little and shouted that he would come down in five minutes.
Jesus, the man went straight with his mouth on my penis.
<unk> Ahh, my father!
What I really meant to say was, "If you stop, I'll kill you". With my eyes closed, I twisted my body and groaned softly as his tongue penetrated my crevice. I was almost done, just waiting for your command to dive headlong back into this madness.
When he turned me against the wall, bending my body and coming behind me, the world no longer existed, it was just me and him, my body, hot, trembling and longing, yearned to feel his member go to the bottom of my vagina. He settled down, rubbing on my crevice, immediately my first spasms came and I was going to have fun for the first time, ooh! His member was slipping and deliciously widening me, I had to be strong to keep my body from collapsing, my legs were breathing, the arrest enjoying every centimeter that penetrated my little groin ... Knock, fuck, knock! Again the beats.
PATRON!!! IT'S HIM ON THE PHONE! Who shouted now was Leandro, also outside the room. My father aborted the penetration, I turned with a face of disappointment and looked at who begged him not to stop. I saw his expression of concern, apologized a thousand times and asked if we could continue later.
Suddenly the chip fell and I realized the stupidity of what I was doing, I was confused and did not answer anything. He pulled me in his arms and kissed me in the middle of the steam that filled the whole Box, I asked him to regulate the temperature of the water, he did and left quickly.
I finished my bath, not without first relieving the hormonal tension by using my fingers.
Shortly after the coffee, I learned that this "He" that Leandro said, is my father's boss in Mexico. I still tried to extract more, and find out what fucking boss is this, since my father is not employed by anyone - according to him - but I did not know anything else for the time being. I would enjoy a little more of the pool and return to Brotas after lunch.
Kisses, my friends, until next time!
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