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hips back and forth. She leaned back, and the move thrust her breasts up with her hard nipples almost pointed to the ceiling.
    His dick hardened in a rush. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t look away.
    He didn’t want to.
    His father moved his hands from where they gripped her buttocks to palm her breasts and then stroke her nipples with his thumbs.
    She gasped hotly before she moaned.
    â€œDamn, you can ride a dick,” Tylar said, leaning over a bit to watch the back-and-forth motion of her hips.
    She sat up straighter and then shifted her body easily to press her feet into the sofa as she squatted above him to slowly move her hips in a tight circle as she sat atop the tip.
    â€œMo-ther- fuck -er,” Tylar groaned in sweet agony as his legs shot out straight with his uniform pants and boxers still gathered around the top of his boots.
    She laughed and licked her lips as she rose onto her toes and began vibrating her ass up and down with the speed and intensity of a power driver.
    Graham’s eyes and mouth widened. Look at that chick go .
    â€œThat’s the nut drainer,” she said, looking down into Tylar’s face before licking hotly at his open mouth.
    Suddenly her eyes darted up and locked on Graham where he stood with his dick hard as jail time.
    His body became tense with alarm as he stepped back, expecting her to scream out in surprise or shock—or something.
    But she didn’t.
    Her smile was devilish as she leaned forward and pressed a thick brown nipple into his father’s mouth, keeping her eyes locked on Graham. “I love dick-dick-dick-dick-dick,” she said huskily as she continued to ride his father and then lifted a finger to beckon Graham forward from the darkness.
    But he didn’t move. Excitement had his heart racing and his dick throbbing at a crazy pace as she caused the blood to rush through his body.
    â€œDick-dick-dick-dick-dick,” she said, uncurling her tongue to wickedly flicker the tip of it as she continued to stare in Graham’s direction.
    He knew she could still see him and she wanted him to see her.
    Graham swallowed over a lump in his throat, his hand going down to wrap around his aching erection. Damn.
    â€œYour pussy getting hotter,” Tylar moaned against her fleshy breast.
    â€œI wonder why,” she said, smiling at Graham over his father’s shoulder as she pressed his face against her body.
    Graham felt out of breath. Hot. Bothered. Horny. Needing to nut. Needing to nut so badly. He panted as he reached inside his shorts to free his dick as he watched her watching him as she rode his father harder.
    Tylar broke his head free of her grip. “This dick gone cum,” he said thickly.
    â€œCum for me,” she ordered them both softly, her fingers digging deeply into the softness of the couch.
    Graham locked his knees and bit his mouth to keep from crying out as he felt the first surge of cum fill the line. He jacked his dick harder and nearly broke the skin beneath his lip as he bit down to keep from hollering out at the exact moment that his father’s cries of passion roughly filled the air.
    Never once did she break her gaze on him even as she soon let out short, high-pitched shrieks as she found her own release.
    â€œShh,” Tylar whispered. “You gone wake my son.”
    Too late.
    She just smiled weakly and blew said son a kiss.
    Graham’s heart was pounding as he backed into the bedroom with his hand and dick wet and sticky with his release. He eased the door closed with his shoulder before he snatched his T-shirt off with his free hand and quickly cleaned himself with it.
    He had barely dropped the shirt to the floor and lain on the bed before the door opened. Closing his eyes, he feigned sleep.
    â€œDid we wake him?” she whispered.
    â€œNo,” his father answered.
    At the sound of her voice, Graham’s gut clenched. He was glad when the door closed and he was alone. As he