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“So this is Emma,” my new girlfriend Jessica introduced her daughter to me with joy.
We’ve been seeing each other for about two months now. Even though I consider myself a tough guy who isn’t easily shaken, in this case, I was as nervous as a little schoolboy.
I barely managed to stammer out, “I’m Ryan, hi,”—she must have thought I’d lost my mind, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
“Come sit down at least in the living room, Em, could you make us some coffee, please?” Jessica snapped me out of my daze.
So we went, while Emma disappeared somewhere into the kitchen, and Jessica and I discussed what we could all do that evening.
When Emma finally brought us coffee, I could finally get a proper look at her from all angles. She was truly stunning. Beautiful, long, dark brown hair cascaded down to her amazing round little butt—she was so young, a fresh 18-year-old.
Her face was like an angel’s, looking incredibly innocent, yet her perfect figure was downright provocative. I liked Jessica too, but comparing her to this young lolita? No contest.
But it quickly became clear that Emma wasn’t as innocent as she seemed. When she served me coffee, she bent over in front of me in a way that gave me a perfect view of her big tits—and the little minx even checked to see if I was looking.
She must have liked me too because the whole evening at the bowling alley, she kept smiling at me, lightly touching me, licking her lips, and seducing me in ways I couldn’t even describe.
She was sly about it, careful not to let Jessica notice, but she drove me wild the entire time. I had a hundred urges to just grab her right there and fuck her senseless, but I held back. I had to wait until we were alone—and it worked!
Jessica was busy all next week in the afternoons, and since I’m self-employed and the master of my own time, I decided on a spontaneous move. One afternoon, I unexpectedly showed up at Emma’s place. Thank God she was home.
I made up an excuse, saying I’d left some clothes there and wanted to take them home to wash.
“Oh, hi! Didn’t expect you here,” Emma greeted me with a smile. “Come in. Mom probably already washed some of your stuff—let me check the dryer and the laundry basket.”
Before I could even take my shoes off, she was already rummaging through the dirty laundry. “Wait, I’ll help you—you shouldn’t be looking at my dirty clothes.”
“Doesn’t bother me,” I said, watching as she bent over the basket, her ass on full display.
“Why are you teasing me like this?” I asked her bluntly.
“Because it’s so much fun,” she replied with a flirtatious smile. “I’ll grab a bag for the laundry, be right back.”
She headed to the kitchen, and a moment later, I followed. I found her bent over, searching for something in the lower cabinet. By then, my cock was rock-hard.
I stepped up behind her, grabbed her hips firmly, and pressed her ass against my crotch.
“See what you’re doing to me?” I growled.
She immediately spun around and slapped me. “It’s just flirting!” she yelled. “Did you really think you could just have me like that?”
That pissed me off, and I was dead set on fucking this little brat today. Her bad luck—she was about 20 cm shorter and 50 kg lighter. She didn’t stand a chance.
I grabbed her wrists, pinned them above her head, and pushed her against the wall.
“Wait, don’t be mad, I didn’t mean it like that!” she whimpered, scared now.
“Should’ve thought of that before you teased me like this. You got what you wanted!” I said roughly, leaning in.
I started kissing her, but she kept turning her head away—which only gave me perfect access to her neck. I licked and sucked there before moving to her amazing tits.
They were so firm and soft, and I couldn’t stop kneading and licking them. Her nipples were tiny, like blueberries, and hardened like stones the second my tongue touched them.
I lifted her onto the kitchen counter, her ass sticking out right in front of my face. When I started caressing and groping it, she stopped resisting.
I pulled down her shorts and panties, marveling at her perfect little pussy—so tiny and adorable that I immediately slid a finger inside. And what? She was already soaking wet.
“You’re such a little slut,” I growled, pulling my wet finger out and shoving it into her mouth. She sucked it eagerly.
“I wanted you to work for it a little,” she said, already sliding down to my crotch.
She pulled out my cock and started teasing it with her tongue, licking it gently before swirling it around my balls. I couldn’t hold back anymore and shoved it into her mouth.
She clearly loved it because she didn’t resist at all. I grabbed her long hair and fucked her face until she gagged. After a minute of her wild sucking, I sat her back on the counter to properly eat her out.
Her pussy smelled amazing and tasted even better. I licked her from her ass up to her clit, and every time my tongue flicked over it, she shoved my head deeper into her.
Then I lifted her into my arms, kissed her a few times, and bent her back over the counter to fuck her from behind.
I pressed my cock against the edge of her pussy, and she immediately pushed back, grinding and swaying her hips like a total whore.
She was so tight I thought I’d explode any second, but I held on. I gripped her hips and started pounding her.
“Faster, please,” she begged.
“So you like it rough?” I growled, gripping her tighter and slamming into her as hard as I could. “I’m gonna cum—you on the pill?” I barked.
She immediately dropped to her knees and took me into her mouth. Finally, I could unload into that bratty little mouth.
“Emma, yes, Emma!” I roared, holding her head firmly as I came.
A few days later, I broke up with Jessica. Of course, I didn’t tell her I was fucking her daughter—I made up some excuse.
Now I have a girlfriend 20 years younger, and it’s the best thing that could’ve happened to me. Sex with Emma is the best I’ve ever had.
There’s pure passion between us—no love! And that’s the best part.