Sexy Mr Robinson: My Dad’s Best Friend

Fucking my dad’s best friend

Sexy Mr Robinson may have been my dad’s best friend but tonight he will be my lover.

“Ladies first,” he says with a wide grin.

I shake my head. “No, age before beauty,” I tease him. Truthfully, though he’s significantly older than me — exactly twice my age — he’s a gorgeous male specimen with sapphire blue eyes, a body that looks like it was chiseled by the gods, and a sexy-looking mouth that I’ve dreamed about kissing for years.

Are those dreams going to become reality tonight?

He shakes his head. “Brat.” But he says the word with affection as he takes off his shirt. I lick my lips. He is fit as fuck. “Your turn, Vanessa.”

With a wicked grin, I peel off a single sock.

He glares at me. “You’re not playing fair.”

“We said to take turns taking off a piece of clothing. We never specified what kind of pieces.”

“Such a brat.”

“Come on, don’t you appreciate the sight of my naked ankle,

Sexy Mr Robinson is the man I’ve been crushing on for years. He’s also my father’s best friend, which adds an air of naughty scandal to what we’re doing. My father would most certainly not be happy if he saw us right now. Though I’m 22, my dad still sees me as his little girl, and no man should touch his little girl, let alone the friend he’s known since he was a schoolboy.

But I’m a woman who very much wants sexy Mr Robinson to touch me.

Mr Robinson takes off his pants, baring his muscular, powerful legs.

I have to hold back laughter as I peel off my second sock.

“Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me,” he says.

“Do you want to see me naked that badly?” I ask, already knowing the answer, which lies in the bulge under his boxers.

“Yes,” he confesses.

I say in a low voice, “Your wish is my command then.” I get on my feet, then pull my t-shirt over my head. He sucks in a breath at the sight of my bra. “Does pink lace suit me, Mr. Robinson?”

“Fuck yes,” he growls, the bulge in his boxers growing even bigger.

So I pull down my pants, revealing my matching pink lace panties. I tug at the hem of my underwear. “Should I take off my bra or panties first?”

“Either is fine with me, sweetheart.”

I walk toward him until I’m close enough to smell his cologne — vanilla, and bergamot. God, I adore his scent.

“Why don’t you choose for me and do the honors?” I ask, brushing my chest against his arm.

“It’d be my fucking pleasure.” He moves his head toward me. I catch my breath when he takes my bra strap into his mouth and rips it off with his teeth.

“Do you like what you see?” I press my stiff nipple against his shoulder, drawing a groan out of him.

“Fucking love it,” he rasps.

I look at sexy Mr Robinson’s bulge.

I get on my knees. Then I mimic him and take the hem of his boxers into my mouth before ripping his underwear off with my teeth.

“I’m not going to buy you new underwear,” I say with a cheeky grin.

“Brat.”

So I take in the sight of his fat, hard cock. It’s so swollen with lust for me that already a pearl of cum is dangling from the tip. Deciding to be very naughty, I lower my head and lick the pearl.

“Oh God, you’re going to be the death of me,” he says.

So my eyes light up mischievously. “There are worse ways to die.”

“Christ, I need to come.”

“Why don’t you come inside me then?” I tug at the hem of my panties.

So e looks at me like I’m a dream that’s too good to be true. “Are…are you sure, Vanessa?”

“I’m sure,” I whisper. “I’ve wanted you for a very long time.”

“Then take off those pretty little panties.”

I happily obey sexy Mr Robinson. As soon as my pussy is bare, he pulls me onto his lap, rubbing his erection along my folds and leaving a trail of his hot white seed of sexy Mr Robinson.

When he pushes his cock into my eager wet cunt, I groan and arch my back. Then I ride his dick as if it were my pony, making him curse under his breath.

“Oh, Mr. Robinson!” I scream as he thrusts in and out of my sex. He is fucking me with a force that makes me delirious with pleasure.

So one more thrust, and he explodes inside me, covering my walls with his cum. It’s not long before I follow him into bliss and coat his dick in my juices.

After he catches his breath, he says, “I’m going to take a bath. Do you want to join me?”

I beam at him. “Yes please.”

This was better than when I live streamed on Twitch.

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