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couple kiss laptop“Okay, this one is kinda creepy in a good way, but the voices are horrible,” she said. She hit play and I watched a girl climb into her “step-father’s” bed and slowly start to seduce him. We only listened to two lines of dialog before turning the sound off, but it was enough to set the scene. They were young and cute, and of course, he had a huge dick that he didn’t really hesitate to fuck his “step-daughter” with in spite of his initial protests.

“This one is kinda gross and kinda hot,” I said when hers was done. I turned my laptop so she could watch the video I had found the night before when I couldn’t sleep.

“Ugh, that is gross. But yeah, kinda hot,” she said. I kissed her cheek as we leaned in closer, the bright screens on our laps full of more images of cocks, cunts, come, and perfect manicures. She showed me another as I scrolled through the dirtier side of my tumblr dashboard, and the images we somehow less important than the sharing.

“Would you suck that cock?” she asked, and I only nodded.

“Would you go down on that girl?” I asked, and she looked at me like I didn’t know her. “Obviously.”

But then the laptops were on the floor next to the bed, and our hands were all over ourselves and each other as we stayed lost in the neon glow of impossible naked bodies. I was already hard, but still I jerked myself off as she pushed the covers down so both of us could watch. Each scene–perverted in its own way–played through my head as we kissed, and when I climbed between her legs I couldn’t settle on one story.

“I’m thinking about everything at the same time. I want to go down on my little sister after her date, and then I want to fuck you as you tell me daddies aren’t supposed to do that. I want to break into the apartment and cover your mouth as you scream, and I want to watch you in the bath with that girl with pink hair.”

“Daddies aren’t supposed to fuck their little girls,” she whispered, her hand guiding me inside her before I could even start to tease.

“But you’re my little girl, aren’t you?” I asked, instantly letting the rest of them fall away. “I own this pretty little mouth and these perfect little tits, and this tight cunt belongs all to me, isn’t that right?”

“Oh god,” she moaned, as I fucked her faster, her arms now pinned above her head. “Yes, Daddy. It’s all yours. All of me belong just to you.”

And then our words stopped as we kissed and moaned, the poetic side to our sex replaced by the sweat and come as fucked on our bed in our warm and cozy apartment. I could see nothing but her eyes as I thrust into her, and she scratched her nails down my back in perfect symmetry. When she started to come she said the words we don’t share, and I kissed her again as I felt myself follow quickly behind her.

And then, in the darkness, the laptops gone, the games vanished, and the words that are better than toys put away, we held hands as we looked up at the ceiling, our chests rising and falling as our hearts beat to the same rhythm.