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Chatting With His Dad

... brave?"

Emily bites her lower lip, considering his words. She looks around her room, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. She's never been this daring before, but something about D1 makes her want to take this chance. Maybe it's how he's made her feel wanted and desired. Maybe it's just the anonymity of it all.

"Okay," she finally types. "I'll send you another picture... without the bra." Her heart is racing, her fingers trembling slightly as she types the words. She quickly takes off her shirt and bra, revealing her ample chest to the webcam. She takes a picture, hesitates for a moment, then presses the "send" button.

David's heart leaps into his throat when he sees the image appear in his messenger window. Emily looks absolutely stunning, her soft, full breasts framed by her pale, smooth skin. He can't believe how lucky he is to be talking to her, let alone seeing her like this. Seeing the actual tits he had been lusting over while she had dated his son for the last seven months. He takes a deep breath and types, "Wow... Emily... you're so beautiful..."

Emily bites her lip, feeling a thrill of excitement as she waits for his response. She can't help but wonder what he'll say next. Her heart is racing, her skin tingling with anticipation. She glances down at her chest, feeling self-conscious and incredibly turned on at the same time.

Starting to have his judgment clouded by lust, David starts to become more aggressive, "I can only think of one thing ...

... that would make those amazing tits look any sexier."

Emily feels a shiver of anticipation run down her spine. "What's that?" she whispers, her fingers moving faster over the keyboard.

"My cum sprayed all over them."

Emily gulps audibly, her heart hammering against her chest. The image flashes through her mind, sending a wave of heat through her body. She's never been this turned on before. "Oh god, that sounds... incredible." Her fingers fly across the keyboard as she types, the words coming out in a rush of desire. "I've never... I mean, I don't usually let guys do that."

David was now so hard it ached. "What do you let guys do? How many guys have you opened your legs for?"

Emily blushes at his question, feeling a mixture of shame and arousal. "Not many," she says quietly. "Just a couple... as a senior in high school." She hesitates, then adds, "I want to do more, but younger guys are lame." Her fingers tremble as she types, her heart racing with anticipation.

David takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He can't believe he's actually having this conversation with his son's big-titted girlfriend. His bio had placed him in a town about 200 miles away, just to be safe. "So if I were closer? Would you wanna meet up? We could see what those huge breasts would look like after I painted them," he asks, his fingers shaking.

Emily's heart skips a beat at his words. She can't believe she's even considering this. "I... I don't know," she types slowly. ...