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My Ex Boyfriends Dad: the final fuck

My ex boyfriends dad texts me and my heart beat faster as I read it. It’s from Joshua Rodriguez.

I close my eyes, thinking of Joshua. Even when I was dating my ex Travis, I secretly thought that the father was hotter than the son. I have a thing for silver foxes with strong jawlines.

I wonder what Joshua wants. Though I should ask him, I respond:

Okay.

At 6:59 pm, I stand in front of my ex boyfriends dads house. After I take a deep breath, I lift my fist to knock. But before my hand can touch the door, Joshua opens it.

“Hello, Vanessa,” he says.

I swallow. His fitted white t-shirt really accentuates his chiseled muscles. “Hi, Joshua,” I say, following him into the living room.

After we sit on the sofa and he hands me a glass of iced tea, he says, “So you and my son broke up because you want kids and he doesn’t.”

I blink. “Uh, yeah, that’s pretty much it.” Where is he going with this?

My pulse jumps when he strokes my cheek. Though it’s a chaste gesture, my pussy grows wet as if he just stroked my clit. “I can give you what you want, Vanessa.”

My ex boyfriends dad words leave me breathless. “Are you suggesting…?” I ask.

“Yes.” He pulls me onto his lap, and I feel his swollen cock under my ass.

So common sense tells me that I should tell Joshua to back off. Having a baby with my ex’s father — shit like that can get messy.

But he looks so good, and I do long to be a mother…

I whisper, “Okay.”

He pushes up my shirt. A smirk appears on his face. “No bra, Vanessa?” My ex boyfriend’s dad teases.

“Bras are uncomfortable. Besides, an old guy like you might have had trouble with taking off my bra.”

He lets out a sexy growl before kissing my nipple. Meanwhile, his fingers go into my underwear. My moans become louder when his fingertips make contact with my clitoris. My hot neighbor might even hear me.

The rest of my clothes unceremoniously hit the floor.

At the sight of my naked body, he murmurs, “So beautiful.” He pushes his thumb into my sex. “And so fucking wet.”

Pleasure threatens to overwhelm me as he fingers me. Unlike his son, My ex boyfriends dad is very good at foreplay.

Licking my lips, I pull up his t-shirt, then marvel at his washboard abs. Not bad for an older man. Hell, not bad for a man half his age.

So I yank down his pants, eager desire pumping through my veins at the unveiling of his thick manhood. I wrap my hand around his cock and squeeze, making him hiss and causing a pearl of cum to appear at the tip.

“I want to come inside your cunt.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” I ask before sitting on his fat cock.

We groan in sync when he pushes himself deep into my warm, wet pussy.

I breathe into his ear, “Fill me up with your cum, old man.”

With a hiss, he obeys, spilling his hot white seed all over the walls of my sex. I come with him, coating his dick with my wet heat.

As we come down from our orgasms, he places a hand on my belly. “Can’t wait to see you with our baby.”

I grin. “Me neither.”

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