Love Rival (1-2) End

(2) Dad, My Lover Dealing between two men is very tiring. My boyfriend began to suspect that I was having an affair with my father, because he really couldn't guess or figure out who his love rival was, except for the man in my Family. He can only access the part of my electronic photo album that gives him permission to see the photos of our father and daughter together. He said that I was Shantina from "Cinderella" and that I would run away when the time limit was up. After sex, check your watch and then make a phone call. She spoke quietly after avoiding him, put down the phone, got dressed and went Home. He knew that the other end of the phone was his love rival, and that his rival was in a dark corner not far from me. Sometimes, he would put his hands on my knees and rub them gently. My father is quite jealous of my boyfriend. Now that I'm in college, he knows he can't use the old methods to restrict me from having a boyfriend. On weekends and holidays when I am often away from Home, he will lose his temper with me. He seemed to see through my heart. I had sex with my boyfriend that day and he knew that he had a trick on me. His face was particularly ugly. Kazuya has a trick: use the squeaking technique on him, say some nice words in a long tone, and snuggle into his arms, and he will abandon his weapons and surrender. My open attitude towards the relationship between men and women and my particularly strong sexual desire were all Trained by my father. My sexual history begins with the death of my mother when I was in high School. Dad has no more women. I am his woman. Both father and daughter need a shoulder to lean on and take care of each other and their lives. Gradually, I felt that there was another intention in my father's intimacy. It feels different. I gradually discovered that my father looked at me a little bit like a boy looking at a girl. His eyes made me very uncomfortable. In the beginning, he was very innocent and naive, with no awareness of attraction to the opposite sex. At Home, when I was tired of being in his arms, his touch changed. He was enjoying the feeling my body gave him. On the university campus, I asked the boy I was dating for the first time to hold my hand, and that was the feeling that came through his palm. It is my inner wish to take care of my father on behalf of my mother. Taking care of me is taking care of me. I never thought that the attraction between men and women would exist between father and daughter. I guess my father was worried about losing his dignity, so every caress was as light as a feather, falling on my thighs, arms, and waist. When I wasn't paying attention, he stared at the sharp peaks of my chest and straight thighs. My face was red and my ears were hot. It was the earliest sexual awakening I can remember. I feel shy. It feels like a crime. I asked my father to be tempted. I was disgusted and disgusted by my father's obscene actions. But at the same time, there is desire and even enjoyment. I sincerely wish to comfort my lonely father. Deliberately, I wear a tank top and shorts at Home to give dad visual enjoyment. Try to have some skin-to-skin contact with him, intentionally or unintentionally. Going to college opens up an unprecedented space of thought and life, which is called freedom. After I got a boyfriend, I vaguely realized that my father was jealous of my boyfriend. He didn't want to lose me. He came Home late and was waiting for the door. I always only have sex at my boyfriend's house and don't dare to take him Home. I have two choices, one is to spread my wings and leave the nest, the other is to stay with my father. I couldn’t bear to leave my father behind. During those days when I was in college, I spent less time at Home. After having a date, I get Home even later. heAlways watching TV, waiting for me to come back. In order to compensate him or to do something, I would sit next to him and close to his arm, and his hand would naturally rest on my shoulder. We didn't say anything, just stared at the TV screen, watching the pictures turn. His hands gently rubbed the crook of my neck, moving down from my shoulders, caressing, inch by inch, moving closer to the more sensitive and private parts of my body. It was a Lover's caress, no different from the caress my boyfriend gave me. Other men touching me like this is called sexual harassment, but my father treated me like this. I sympathized with him, obeyed him, leaned against him, tried my best to relax and not think about anything. When he kneaded my knees, he naturally parted the thighs and let his other hand sneak into the skirt, gradually going deeper. At a certain depth, I closed my legs, and his warm palms were pressed against the inside of my thighs. Inhaling the SMell and love juice of my boyfriend and I having sex. When he tried to break through, I suddenly stood up, said good night to him as if nothing had happened, and went back to my room. It was a quiet night, the TV was turned off and the lights were out. Light footsteps came to the door of the room. The door was pushed open slightly, and in the darkness, there was a pair of peeping eyes, looking at my back and the lines of my thighs through my thin nightgown. I turned around for him and changed his sleeping position. Under the deep V-neck, there was a cleavage that he wanted to see through. As I said, I tolerated my father’s aggressive aggression not just out of filial piety. I am as mentally perverted as him, enjoying the sexual excitement provoked by women and the sexual fantasies created by them. In other words, our two bodies have already been electrified and are constantly heating up. Dad's ambiguous caress adjusted my body. I have a longing for love, and for sex, my body is looking forward to a man who loves me and gives me full caress. Not long after I started dating my boyfriend, I slept with him. Dad should be grateful to my boyfriend. It was him who made me truly understand my father’s desires and realize that the loneliness in my father’s eyes was not only the lack of a companion, but also a strong sexual desire. Men need to express their sexual desires. My father is a healthy man! His desire for women is normal and understandable. A man who has close skin-to-skin contact with you will want to express his sexual desire on you. Dad has no other woman, and his desires are all on me, which is the expectation of developing a sexual relationship. His daughter was out of his hands. He went to find another woman who would be easier to sleep with, but he chose not to do it. Between father and daughter, they are so close physically, but so far apart in their sexual life... This is his way of torturing himself. After my sex life started, I looked at him from an adult perspective. Besides being my father, he was a very close man to me. His life apart from work is me. Willing to pay everything for me. I love him and he loves me. Following my sexual instinct, I walked with my boyfriend and went to bed before considering whether I loved him or not. My instinctive reaction to my father was the same. I was just weighing whether my love for him was enough to give my body to him. He loved me, but he never said it clearly, so I had to pretend that nothing was wrong. However, every physical contact with my father created an even stronger sexual desire, which I brought to my boyfriend's bed to deal with., but my father only has one woman, me. What should he do? Due to his final dignity, Dad would retreat every time he reached the critical point, swallowing the request for sex in his throat. I can't stand the way he looks both respectable and pitiful. That day finally came. It was the first Labor Day after my boyfriend went to work. He longed to spend the night with me and take me on outings. I can't think of any reason to shirk it. When my father found out who I was going with, he was very disappointed and stopped talking to me. Or just say something jealous, saying that his Wife is dead and his daughter is gone. I leaned close to his chest, but the sound of my breath was ineffective. He just wouldn't touch me. So I promised him that I would acCompany him on a trip to Hainan during the National Day holiday as compensation. At the end of the world, my father took my hand, placed it on his palm, and rubbed it gently. I knew in my heart that he was testing my bottom line. But I still couldn't believe it, so I gently touched his hand. This time Dad held my hand tightly and wouldn't let go. I saw his eyes were full of desire, and my heart was in a state of ups and downs for a moment. If he wants me tonight, will I give it to him? Dad held my hand and walked along the beach like a couple, looking at the sea and taking photos. At dusk and sunset, return to the hotel for dinner. Dad specially ordered a bottle of red wine, and the two of us chatted and drank, reCalling every bit of our past life. I drank too much and felt a little dazed. Dad and I locked hands and went to our room. I asked my dad to take a shower first, and then I went. After the bath, I didn’t wear the hotel’s bathrobe. I purposely only wore a shirt that my dad left in the Bathroom. It was big and loose, and I didn’t wear a bra or button. Deduct all. I saw my dad blushing and looking into my collar. I said, "Dad, you are looking at me like this, and you ignore my embarrassment." Dad said, "Baby, I'm sorry, I have to look at you. You are getting more and more beautiful." I said, "Really? So you eat my boyfriend's Jealousy?" "No such thing." "That's fine. But my boy is jealous of you." "I told him that a man unbuttoned me." "I didn't!" "You didn't. "But he..." "I won't tell you." Dad cleared his throat and said, "I care about you very much." Knowing that he had wanted to say this for many years, I got up from the bed, kissed my father on the lips, and said, "I've known it for a long time." Dad's mouth was dry and speechless, and he hugged me tightly. . I fell limply into his arms, and he kissed me without hesitation. Their lips met, kissing each other. Dad gently unbuttoned my shirt, took off my shirt, and put his hands on my bare breasts. I whispered in his ear: "Dad, if you want, I don't mind..." Dad finally felt relieved and took off my briefs.

is really shy to be naked in front of her father. Dad also quickly untied the belt of his bathrobe in front of me and showed me everything. A middle-aged man’s body compared to my boyfriend’s bodyThe muscles of athletes are really unbearable. A man’s sexual organs are normal after seeing them, but my father’s penis was erect, like a cannon aimed at me. Dad didn't expect that I would take it in my hand and compare its firmness. He was a little frightened or uneasy. He quickly hugged me, put the two naked bodies together, boldly caressed my naked body, kissed my breasts, and sucked me. Suck my nipples. Hearing from my father’s mouth that he couldn’t stop praising my youthful figure, almost worshiping me, made me feel elated. Dad's teasing was almost wanton, making a piece of wetness stick to the depths of my thighs, using the tip of his tongue. Instinctively, I spread my thighs for Dad and struck a lewd pose. Dad gently held my butt with one hand, lifted it up, let our genitals join, and penetrated deeply into my body. I already had sexual experience, so it was a little easier for dad. It is easy to let out the desires that have been accumulated for many years, but my father did not pounce on me like a hungry wolf. Instead, he took care of my needs, carefully touched my sensitive parts, and guided my body with slow and steady thrusts. Be in tune with him. Based on his experience, he listened to my breaths and low calls and knew that I was about to come. He accelerated his thrusts again, rubbing me until I was on fire... The first time I had sex with my dad, I felt very complicated. I closed my eyes, and with the kisses and caress on my body, and the lingering feeling on the bed at this moment, I felt how much my father loved me and how much he needed me. I wrapped my legs around Dad, kissed him back, and played with the source of life between his legs. His Semen and my love juices mixed, condensed and became sticky on his penis and scrotum. Dad caressed me, warming me with his body, retaining the residual warmth of lovemaking, until he became erect again and was connected to my body again. After my father's cock was completely swallowed by me, I said to my father: "Dad, please speak!" "What do you want me to say?" "The truth in your heart at this moment." He hesitated and said: "I can't live without you. Go down." I continued between the two men. They are competing to gain Me completely. They were both aware of each other's existence, and there was tension between us. And I enjoy this deformed, perverted love. Two men, one is my boyfriend and the other is my father, both are my subordinates. However, I did not play with love, I was the one who was played with. My boyfriend was the first love who unhooked my bra and was my sensual image. I go to his bed because he fills my sex life but cannot be my whole life. He once proposed living with me and even getting married, but I felt that I didn't love him enough and taught me to leave my father and spend this life with him. The other man is the one who sleeps with me. At night he was no longer in the living room, but waiting for me on his bed. With him, there wasn't much sex, my boyfriend's requests accounted for most of it. He understands that boxing is afraid of young people, and he cannot compete with young people to show off their strength. As long as I go back to him at night, he is satisfied. He said that as he gets older, he starts having sex twice a week and stops three times a week, that's it, focusing on quality rather than quantity. The sexual relationship between father and daughter is actually a kind of changed love. That kind of love is sometimes sour and sometimes sweet. He is still jealous of my boyfriend.But it gives me a sweet taste. When I kissed him, I tasted it from his tongue. This mixed taste taught me that I couldn't resist daddy's kiss.