Pelle Marco
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Chapter 7: The Apartment
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 7: The Apartment - [Now complete.] Lonely single father Andrew is working in a giant bank's pandemic-emptied cubicle wasteland. Curvy colleague Sallie finds him; interest kindles. Thanks to his adult daughter and her lesbian roommate, shyness and conflict are overcome. His sex life goes overnight from hand only to bliss. Sallie's hot roommate? She's in their bed too! Adding Zach and Danielle, in the end they live as a chronically nude family of six, 3 cocks, 3 pussies, loving and fucking. Only in San Francisco?
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual TransGender Fiction Workplace Sharing Incest Father Daughter Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Double Penetration Exhibitionism Fisting Masturbation Sex Toys Squirting Big Breasts Size Nudism
Traveling from the bank office tower in the Financial District to Sallie’s place in the Sunset was trying. Getting across the city was never easy, but I grieved every red light and dilatory pedestrian. After we found parking (“Pay through tomorrow morning,” ordered Sallie), I called Kara. “You’re on your own tonight, I’m staying at Sallie’s place.” My daughter’s happy squeal was so loud that Sallie overheard it from my phone’s tiny speaker.
We flung through her front door in a frenzy of groping and kissing. Sallie wriggled her slinky dress over her head and draped it on a chair. My stupid suit and fucking necktie delayed me more. Finally, she was back in my arms, molded against me.
Even with my cock pushed up against her, my focus was on her tits and hard nipples, up against my skin. While still kissing, I took my hand and held her breast, hefting it to feel the weight. Her stiff nipple and lightly crinkled aureole nestled in my palm. Delightful. There was already a bit of moisture seeping from my cock, leaving a light slime trail on her stomach.
It had been far too long since a naked woman was in my arms. I had forgotten the feeling of incredible soft skin. Of long loose hair brushing over my shoulders.
It was all so intense. I’m sure my eyes were glistening with unshed tears. My cock was unbelievably rigid, its skin felt stretched extra-tight on the shaft. My insides felt congested, full of tension.
“Sweetie, if we stay like this, in a minute I’m going to paint your body with my come,” I said.
“I don’t mind,” she giggled. “It’s been too long for me.”
“But I do. I want to make love to you properly. Shall we head to the bed?” I asked.
She giggled again. “OK, lover, let’s go. But then I am sucking the come right out of you. Afterwards, we can make love properly, instead of you being like a hair-trigger teenager in a car’s back seat.”
“Very wise. You have me dripping already, Sweetie.”
“Here, sit on the edge of my mattress,” she said.
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