DON’T FUCK MY DAUGHTER – Glen Woodview Fucks His Buddy’s Daughter Liza Rowe

Title: “Glen Woodview’s Ill-Advised Encounter with adolescent Liza Rowe”

Glen Woodview, a moderately successful 45-year-old real estate marketer, had always considered himself a decent man – hardworking, dedicated to his family, and committed to the principles of monogamy. But in his personal life, he was experiencing difficulties that strained his sanity. Not long after his divorce from his wife of 20 years, he found himself in an increasingly complex situation with his friend Ryan’s teenage daughter, Liza.

At 18, Liza had blossomed into a devastating beauty, with an enticing figure that made her seem too grown up, and a flirtatious wile that was wasted on an inexperienced teenage boyfriend. Glen’s attraction to the nubile teen was as powerful as it was wrong, but he seldom considered his own conjugal ambitions when she was nearby. She seemed to exude a sexual magnetism that could be sensed rather than seen.

Last weekend, Ryan was traveling for work, leaving Glen and Liza home alone. Glen was working on his computer in his study when Liza sauntered in, wearing a skimpy summer dress that made her legs and cleavage POP, and sat on the edge of his desk. His heart raced when her bare thigh brushed his arm.

“Dad’s not here,” she said innocently, looking up from her phone. Glen gaped, transfixed by the way her skin seemed to glow under her dress.

The chemistry between them was electrifying, he felt himself beginning to heat up. Liza arched her back, accentuating her breasts and her mouth curled in a seductive grin. In one swift motion, the teenager straddled Glen’s lap, her heart-shaped ass perched on his thighs. Her dress rode up, exposing her creamy skin. “Don’t worry,” she purred, leaning in so close he could smell her. “I won’t tell Daddy.”

Glen somehow managed to procure a meager erection, but her tolerance for his small cock soon exceeded its juvenile capacity. As his rosebud member struggled weakly, she frowned at its pitiful effort, grabbing him without ceremony. Not that it was an improvement. Dis mohammed, the cock vanished with the shaft’s withdrawal. Liza dissolved into laughter as Glen propped himself against her bed, providing a crowning ending to their tryst. What a waste!

“I really must be going,” he said, zipping up his rumpled pants with an embarrassed shudder as he groped for eloquence. “It was…ah…nice escaping from reality for a bit, wasn’t it?” Liza responded with such dismissive indifference to his unimpressive performance that he simply wanted to hustle out without a conclusion, grabbing his briefcase and fleeing while the getting was good. “I’ll just sing today off, shall I?”

Wordily, Glen drove his Chevy Blazer home, his cock still twitching numbly from her cold reception. Replaying her chilling demeanor, he begged for a perverse enlightenment. He had degraded himself before her optic earshot. Ugh. It was an impossible choice. What’s left of dignity after all?

If Glen wirklich still had some remnant of a moral code left, then having inhuman sex with his best friend’s daughter, with the bathroom light on, was not the way to go. Even if it’s unpleasant, holding onto dignity is a worthwhile goal for Glen. And his clumsy attempts to ‘get closer’ only served to embarrass him further. When he finally turned in, Glen couldn’t help but feel relieved the regrettable encounter was over. No regrets, though. Just a desire to put the mess behind him.