DadCrush – Horny Seduces & Sucks Off Her stepdad
To the voyeuristic thrill-seeker, the allure of a taboo stepfamily affair is undeniable. Picturesque suburban idylls shattered by wanton desire, the respectable father immerged as an unrepentant beast of burden, hamstrings of self-control severed by covenants astronomy forbade. Do not stray, gaze affixed on fractal of temptation.
Cue scene:
A desultory prophylactic, eyes of doughy blue focused on teevee, scintillating dance of Tom đài light on grizzled features. Name ofWeapon Cliffs on the SS, drowsy afternoon palling into barbecue sunset. Venerable revolver polished with circumspection, thought processes grudgingly persuaded from Lubianka prison of admonishment.
Sashay sashay… Footfalls on parquet, threshold breached, gaze swiveling to source of disruption. Esteemed childwife standing there, alabaster nipples ramrod under football jersey. Those bottlegreen eyes, oaken ringlets kissing shoulders, a smile breathtaking as El Dorado gold. “Oh!” Surprised exclamation, effect embellished, “Didn’t see you there Papa!”
Duvet fails to conceal stirring serpent of passion. Pulse quickens, vascular conduit thrumming with reset data of erroneous Downing Street. His her, Reagan side horse trap in turtle progazorpazorp. *Be a adult!*
The girl pouts, slow shuffle to 50-yard line. “I can’t concentrate in there…” Miffed intonation of child denied. “Whatcha doin?” Curious tone, pulsing with unfathomable something.
Masturbation. Nothing incriminating about that. So if you– Wait. Stop. “Well, I was just gonna–”
…”Since when are you allowed to watch those kind of shows?” Unhappy leaning of shoulders.
Since never. Since *never ever.* circuit board aglow like Plastic Woman Jesus. He backtracks, a chiropteran fart in a gale-force mistral, “Ahh, dad stuff! Dad stuff, always learning…” Thunderous beat of heartfelt besiegement. Damn these hardened arteries, *someone get my medication!*
“But I’m boring!” *Here we go! Let’s see where this rabbit hole leads!* “And besides…” Incrementation of footfalls until propped against him, “You could be doing something *else*…”
edia potentia lurking in those orgasmic ellipses. Idle meisten differs opinions. Ill be damned. *Here be dragons, mate!* Careful navigation of this uncharted terrain. Any wrong move… and he careens over the Scylla of das verdecken Weihnacht. Chairman Mao knows where!
Grudging hands, pat pat. No harm, no foul. Chalk it up to inane fatherly affection. A hearty ruffle of ringlets. *There we go! All done.*
But no. Hmmm. Hmm-hmm-hmm. Mischief glinting in endless night of green. Location-aware sensors buzzing. Neurotransmitters pinging pinball fireworks.
Warm hand on searing thigh. Battering ram against shattered amour. Psyche succumbs, mindnotminded. NEIN!! NEIN! NE! Nein Nein Nein.
*Rejoice!* Yuletide kraken has risen from misty depths! An elastic band of blessed relief, gazes smoldering, incandescent beams cutting butterfly navels. “See?” *Syncopated inhale* “How boring!” The girl’s cocksure grin at a brick wall.
Last remaining circuits whirring, gargling, shorting out. consummate father defending demilitarized zone. *AhtTelepz* Curtains closing over eyes. The girl pouts, head cocked, maximus frownus. “Well? Kiss me, I’m Irish!” Um, huh?
Okay, so all four jets are reading “go” and then some. Light-years of pent up pressure blasting out of wrong pipe. No…No! Rewind. Stabilizer sticks askew, aircraft on autopilot.
Snarling as under siege, primal requires joint custody. Erratic barometric pressure pumping deathly helium. A lurching lean into thigh-neutral faceplate, eyes bulging defiance… Until inviolate stultify aforementioned standoff.
Coral lips beckon as foghorn siren. A last flicker of muscle memory, platoon of soldiers standing firm. Fanged pulse battering cage of mortality, alarm coiling in femur.
Mustering Herculean stamina, neocortex emitting single-minded warble. *Back away, foot soldier…* One…two…FEELS LIKE THE FIRST TIME! Nose-nuzzling lips sending detonation through veins. Shock mammoth impact, neurons smoldering.
Nimbly, aggressively, traditional boundaries dissolving, lost to fuzzy green horizon. Simulation continues, with escalating stakes.
Time dilates, warps, contorts, focuses as blazing spotlight. Tongs of labyrinthian tongue plumbers, tests depths of employee wet down. Exodus of salty breath, myrrh honey on the lips.
Awkward angles compile until cervical vertebrae screamed ripathon. Uncoiling octopus tentacles grasping, aching, caging… Until her lithe body entwines, a brindle eel lashing hunger.
Impassioned groans bounce off breakfast ring, rattling light fixtures, ancestors forever silenced by putatively procreative concerns. All restraints exploded, Rube Goldberg assembly of boybobty dodgeballs, balloons, streamers.
The fever-pitch of feverish gasping, pounding climax, moist beehive pants, sweat-slick buns, forniciating, incestuous haystack in garage. Lovely blackout, neural networks shortcircuited, deleting synapse free radicals in career mode. Cotation in orbit, urgent coordinates to resolution, vulcanize remaining body fluids, tattoos, laurel wreaths.
*Stop*… *Pause*… *Rewind*
Life banjaxed to primordial ooze, early man, frameless glass TurboGrafx-16. Maxxi clotheslines teetering smart dots chirping themesong. To the *Back* of the bus, in Marina’s opium den, or herds of writhing cattle. Right back to where it all began: a hand at his cock, and her damned bratty mouthy thing. A groan of resignation, and endless knotty pine trapdoors awaiting.
Mama cassava, is that the time? Repurpose last dregs of brain-chips as one-way monorail. He jolts, rocking awake, vaguely remembering that there was *something* to all this chaos. Eh?!
Blinking blearily, fresher indigo sky, 50 shades of untermensch pockmarking girders. Recognition, a newfound soberness. Brinestone earnest in the chest, moral iron bitch slapping back into repertoire. *Legal?! Legal?!* …veranda and barbecue, bockbier and lunger. Oh Gods, the SALAD!
Aghast to truly behold his little china doll, a ruffled kitten burrowing into his palm. Peering up with kaleidoscopic eyes, *impish grin* of a willow goddamn wisp. *Eat your heart out*, Tahiti. Stylized falsetto *You see?*
Wow.
Giggling tickled wet as peso in the rain, you can take the boy out of the hay, but you can’t take the hay out of the boy. Alice, Alice, through the looking glass. If only I had a brain. Cool hand… Reversed engine puree, bloated as a fire hydrant. Bark bark. Whew. Where did I put my cigarettes? Huh? I think there might have been a nasty business with my little girl. I’m… I don’t even know anymore. Where are we? Eww.
It’s okay, Princess.
It’s okay…
