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fantasy story of Mizuki Akino :
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d knead my ball sac. I wanted this
feeling to last forever, but to no avail. Within a couple of minutes, I was
spraying cum all over my chest and stomach, wondering what it would feel like
to have my dad spraying his cum in the same places. I rolled over and fell
off to sleep, thinking of what I had seen and felt that night, and deciding
that I had to see and feel more....much more.
Three months has passed since that night. Three months of constantly
beating my meat thinking of my Dad, and the aura of sex that surrounded
him. I had had the opportunity in those 3 months to check out the equipment
of every guy in the lockerroom at school. The conclusion that I came to, was,
that noone even came close to having what my dad had between his legs, even
our coaches. I paid special attention to the heads of the other males' cocks,
and noone had the same gleaming, pink, mushroom head on their cock, the way
that he did. Dad had this distinctive male smell about him, a smell of
manhood, sex, work, desire, lust, trust, and primal
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