I confess that I�m a horrible father. It seemed to happen so fast and yet so slow at the same time. What was even going through my head? Gotta touch him, gotta have him, gotta love him� My own son. I know what he�s been through, how could I do that to him? He went through hell. Being held captive by that man for so long. No one really knew� that�s why we never really looked for him. It�s my fault. I made the decision. I�m the one who said �No, leave him be. He�ll come back when he wants to.� It�s my fault he stayed there for so long. And then he gets back not even two weeks ago and I can�t keep my hands off him?! I can�t respect his pain? I can�t respect HIM? He needs time to heal himself and be okay again and come to ME when (if) he wants to have sex again. When he�s comfortable enough with himself and the other people around him. When I can hold him again and let him know I love him. Not like this. Not coming into his room while he�s crying, trying to make things better. Not getting handsy and forcing his clothes off. Not holding him down when I feel like I can�t take it anymore. Not covering his mouth when he cries to hard. This isn�t how I want him at all. This isn�t how I want to be.
Groups
BEFORE and AFTER
Cameltoes
Risky public nudity
Cum on clothes
Sexy Faces & Eyes
Blowjobs And Butt-Sex
Fuck machine
Naturist
Dyed Red Head Teens
Clothed People Eating Common Foodstuffs
Non Nude Candies
Foot-Jobs
Board Posts
Finally got to see my roommate s tits caught her texting topless , I really want to fuck her now had no clue she looked so good without clothes on damn , would you guys hit it ?
I have been trying to fuck my sister for a few years now. I have come close but she has always backed out.
Yesterday she came by my apartment and I tried again. She said no it is that time. I whispered in her ear I do not care. She grabed my hand and pulled me into the shower clothes and all. That bitch fucked me and I mean fucked me. When I was done she was not. She would suck me hard and fuck me again. After the third time she was done. We washed up the bloody mess. She dried her clothes and kissed me goodbye and whispered I will be back for more.
I hope I can handle it as my dick is oh so sore.
One time, I went to use a communal dryer in my apartment building, and found my neighbor's clothes were still inside. A beautiful floral-patterned pair of purple panties called out to me. I sniffed them, and a small hint of female musk still remained. Excited and erect, I feverishly checked to make sure no one was around. Then, secure in the knowledge of my solitude, I dropped my pants and wrapped those satin beauties around my engorged penis for a vigorous pumping.
Once finished, I disposed of the stinky (but unsolied) underwear on the floor. I couldn't very well put them back in the dryer, as they no longer smelled clean. So, I hoped my neighbor would simply assume they had never made it into the wash in the first place.
She moved out a few weeks later.