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Fuck, my dick was throbbing. So much so, I could feel the juice of my arousal streaming from its head, which had now, soaked through the material of my shorts. I knew I had to take care of it. My balls were so full I was convinced they had literally turned blue. All of these young girls parading around in their tiny shorts and strappy pyjama tops were enough to cause a middle-aged guy to have a heart attack! My daughter decided to have a sleepover at my house, since her fuckwit of a mother had her new boyfriend sleeping over at her place. University was looming in September and it was the final time that all of the girls would be together before they moved onto pastures new. Of course, being the kind father that I am, I offered to accommodate them all. The faint echoing sound of the giggling girls finally lured the house into silence. The familiar white apple logo appeared on my screen as my laptop booted up. I knew I wouldn’t last long. The images of my daughter’s friend Gabriella, riding me like a bucking bronco, was enough to splatter my screen with my hot jizz. Scooping my dick from the constraint of my shorts was a relief. Plugging my earphones in I was determined not to make a noise. My fingertips danced lightly over the keyboard before the display of lushest tits and pussies filled my screen. Rubbing my own lube over the head made me produce even more. Fuck, I was horny. ‘ Schoolgirls ,’ I typed into the search box. Short mini-dresses, perfect arses bent over tables, ...

... canes, knee-high socks, my choice was as endless as my stream of precum. Cupping my balls, I clicked on the box with a young brunette bent over the desk, looking like she was ready to take it deep in her arse. I teased the length of my dick, slowly, I had waited long enough and I sure as hell was going to enjoy every filthy, fucking second. The slick bulbous head of his prick pushed at the entrance of her tightest hole. It was going to be a tight squeeze. The sound of her groans filled my ears as I fisted my dick harder. She was taking his length like the slutty pro that she was. Her fluid was oozing from her shaven cunt. I wanted to smell her. I wanted that perfect little snatch on my face so I could absorb her sweet scent. Startled, I looked up from my screen, my eyes adjusting to the darkness of my room. “Who’s there,” I whispered, pulling down my laptop screen and quickly flicking on my bedside lamp. I wanted to jump up and investigate but I covered my embarrassment with my duvet instead. “I can see you,” I muttered, knowing someone was watching. “I’m s-sorry,” came the faint reply. “Please don’t stop.” It was her. Fuck, it was Gabriella. I was pretty convinced she was a figment of my imagination, a beautiful Siren calling me to lead me to destruction. I watched as she entered my room, unsure of my next course of action. What felt like a million thoughts, ran through my head. ‘Do I throw her out?’ ‘What if my daughter or her friends woke up?’ However, the one thought I ...