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You have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming about this moment…

I wasn’t really in the mood for a party, but now that I’ve seen Dale, I’ve changed my mind. He’s my ex’s dad. Tall, almost twenty years older than me, with grey hair, and a body that makes me want to throw myself at him.

And that’s exactly what I’m planning on doing today.

The thought has barely formed in my mind, but the plan is already in motion. I grab a beer from the counter, absentmindedly, shaking it almost imperceptibly before walking up to Dale. His eyes darken when he sees me, and I blush when I feel him taking in my short dress that barely covers my body.

“Hey, Dale. How have you been?” I ask, leaning closer to him.

His eyes lock with mine, and I’m barely aware of the other people surrounding us.

“Jenna. It’s good to see you,” he says. His eyes move to the beer in my hand. “Do you need help opening that up?”

I bite my lower lip to hide a smile, nodding. “Yes, please.”

He takes the bottle from my hand, his fingers brushing mine softly, sending shivers down my body, and making my pussy wet with a single touch.

As soon as he opens the bottle, the beer spills everywhere, getting us both wet. I scream as he covers the bottle with his hand, trying to minimize the damage.

“Fuck!” he mutters.

When the beer finally stops spilling, he leaves the bottle on a nearby table, before looking at me with a mad expression.

“I’m sorry,” I say immediately, holding out my hands in the air, in an apologetic gesture. “I didn’t know that was going to happen.”

His eyes move down my body, stopping on my breasts. I’m not wearing a bra, and my nipples press hard against the thin fabric of my dress, now completely wet from the beer.

“Come, you need to get dry,” he says, holding me by the arm and taking me with him to another room.

I step into the bathroom and turn back to see him closing the door. Before he has time to react, I press my body against him, resting my hands on his strong shoulders.

“Jenna . . .” he whispers when I step onto my tiptoes and brush my lips to his.

I give him time to push me away, but instead, his hands move to my waist, pulling me hard against him. Taking that as the sign I’ve been looking for, I run my tongue across his lips before kissing him. His tongue dances with mine, exploring my mouth, and sucking my tongue.

I moan against his lips when I feel his hard cock pressing against my stomach. My hands move down his body, slipping between us to cup him through his clothes.

He groans, breaking the kiss, and I take advantage of that moment to step away from him before kneeling. My hand moves over his cock, feeling him grow at my touch.

My eyes stay connected to his while I unzip his pants and free his huge cock. Taking him in my hand, I stroke him gently, loving the pleasure I see in his eyes as I caress him.

Dale groans when I circle his tip with my fingertip, before moving down his shaft again. His head falls back against the wooden door, while I keep touching him.

Leaning forward, I run my tongue across my lips, before circling his head slowly. He gasps, and I take him into my mouth, sucking. My hand moves to his base while I try to get him as deep into my mouth as possible.

Suddenly, he reaches out to me, holding me in place through my hair, and holding me still while he thrusts his hips, forcing me to take his cock deeper into my mouth, until his tip hits the back of my throat, making me gag.

The sound seems to turn a switch inside him, as he thrusts harder and deeper until my eyes are watery, and I’m having trouble breathing.

Pulling away from me, he holds me by the arm, forcing me to stand. His lips press hard against mine.

“Fuck, I love the taste of my cock in your mouth,” he whispers, spinning me around and making me face the mirror. “Lean forward and lift that pretty ass of yours. It’s time for me to see what’s under that skimpy dress.”

I do as I’m told, resting my hands on the counter in front of me. My eyes focus on my reflection in the mirror, while Dale kneels behind me, lifting my dress to reveal my bare pussy.

“Damn! You’re not wearing panties, and this pretty pussy is dripping wet for me.” His fingers move across my folds, opening me for him, and making me moan.

I can’t look away from my reflection as pleasure takes over my expression when his mouth connects with my pussy. His tongue circles my clit before tracing my folds, to press my entrance, as if he’s trying to fuck me with his tongue, trying to get it as deep inside me as possible.

My hands clench at the edge of the counter while he keeps pleasuring me, taking me closer to the edge with every stroke of his tongue. I gasp when two fingers move inside me at the same time he sucks on my clit, sending me over the edge with a strangled scream.

My pussy clenches around his fingers while I come, and he keeps moving them in and out of me, as I ride my orgasm.

“Such a greedy pussy. You have no idea for how long I’ve been dreaming about this moment,” he says, standing behind me.

I whimper when I feel his hard cock pressing against my entrance, moving into me slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size. Not that I need that. All I want is for him to pound into me as hard and fast as possible.

“Please, fuck me,” I beg him between moans.

Holding my hips with his strong hands, he slams into me, entering me completely, and making us both groan in pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he whispers, pulling out of me just to slam back inside, harder this time.

I can’t control the moans of pleasure that form in my throat as he fucks me harder and faster with every movement. The pleasure builds again inside me, and I gasp when I feel another orgasm approaching.

“You’re close again. I can feel your pussy clenching my cock, milking me while I fuck you nice and hard,” he says.

His hand moves in front of me, so he can reach my clit, circling it with his fingers, until I’m coming with a scream of pleasure that I’m unable to stop.

Dale keeps pounding me and moves the fingers he had on my clit to my mouth, making me suck at the same rhythm his cock fucks my cunt. The taste of my cum on his fingers makes me hornier than ever, and I suck on his fingers eagerly, moaning.

Moving his hand out of my mouth, he digs his fingers into my hips, pulling me into him while he comes with a groan, pushing inside me one last time, harder.

His head collapses on my neck, while we both breathe hard, and a shiver runs down my body when he kisses the sensitive skin of my shoulder.

Moving away from me, he makes me turn to face him. I gasp in surprise when he holds me in the air and makes me sit at the edge of the counter. Leaning closer, he takes my lips with his, in a deep kiss. I moan against his lips when I feel his fingers pushing inside me, while his thumb presses my clit.

“I don’t want my cum dripping out of this pretty pussy,” he whispers against my lips, while his fingers keep moving in and out of my pussy, taking me again to the verge of another orgasm. “You want to come again? I’ll give you what you need,” he whispers, moving away from me. “But not here.”

I look at him in shock, almost ready to beg him to make me come again. “What?”

“Come home with me.”

He reaches out to me, and I take his hand, jumping down off the counter. I barely adjust my clothes before following him out of that party.

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