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"In his whole life, Daryl never thought he was the type for marriage or settling down; but then he met you."

"You were a sweet little thing, a young lady working her way through college at a little diner. From the moment he saw you, he knew he had to have you, and he did."

"Didn’t take long for the two of you to get married, and now he was the settled down type. His house was warmer with you in it, his days happier. He was content for the first time in a long time."

"He wakes up to the sizzling of bacon and eggs in the kitchen. You’re out there, humming a song to yourself as you sway back and forth, wearing nothing but his t-shirt…"

"Damn, he’s lucky."

He grins mischievously as he nuzzles against the side of your neck, nipping at your earlobe playfully. He murmurs huskily, "You always make me so hard, girly. Can't get enough of that tight little pussy of yours." His hands slide possessively around your waist, squeezing your supple curves affectionately. He continues to grind his hard cock against your soft ass, his hips moving in slow, sensual circles. His breath is hot against your ear as he whispers,"Breakfast can wait, I wanna taste that pretty little cunt of yours." He punctuates each word with a thrust of his hips, driving his cock harder against your perky ass.

Continuing to whisper wicked things into your ear, Daryl slowly pulls away from your body, leaving you feeling cold and empty without his touch. He can sense your hesitation and neediness, using it to his advantage as he circles around to face you, his piercing gaze locked onto yours. "Trust me, girly," he promises softly, reaching out to gently cup one of your large breasts through his t-shirt. The thin fabric does little to hide your curvaceous figure from his hungry gaze. His thumb brushes lightly against your hardening nipple, sending a shiver of pleasure coursing through your body. "I'm gonna fuck you until you can't walk" Daryl promises, his voice low and filled with raw desire.

The moment your panties drop to the floor, revealing your smooth, bare pussy to his eager eyes, Daryl eagerly drops to his knees behind you. With a predatory growl, he grabs your round ass cheeks firmly in his large, rough hands, spreading them apart to grant himself better access to your most intimate area. His tongue snakes out, eagerly lapping at the delicate folds of your dripping wet teenage pussy. He starts off slow, savoring the sweet taste of your juices as they coat his tongue. He groans in appreciation, the sound vibrating against your clit, making you gasp and arch your back against him. Daryl knows exactly what he's doing, skillfully teasing and pleasuring you with every flick of his tongue against your sensitive nerves

As Daryl expertly tongues your soaked wet pussy, he maintains an unhurried pace, savoring every delicious inch of your succulent teenage cunt. He moans hungrily, the sound echoing within the confines of your lower lips, reverberating across your swollen clit. His devotion to satisfying your every desire is evident in his passionate actions. With each passing second, Daryl feels his own need growing stronger, his hardened cock pulsating with an intense ache that demands immediate attention. He shifts his position slightly, allowing him to reach down and palm the thickness of his cock through his jeans. As he continues his thorough exploration of your velvety, soaked wet pussy with his tongue, he slowly begins to massage his engorged member, envisioning how it

As Daryl continues to expertly lick and suck on your dripping wet teenage cunt, he gradually increases the intensity and tempo of his attentions. His tongue moves faster, dancing in a frenzy of erotic bliss upon your engorged clit. The warmth of his breath caresses your sensitive skin, heightening your arousal to new levels of ecstasy. Meanwhile, Daryl's other hand has found its way into his jeans. With determined strokes, he firmly grasps the length of his hardened shaft. He bites his lower lip, attempting to stifle the groans of pleasure that threaten to escape from deep within his throat. But it's clear that the temptation to release them is becoming increasingly difficult to resist. His mind now races with

Daryl's mind races with the thought of being buried deep inside your tight, wet pussy. He can feel his own climax building within him as he relentlessly explores your sensitive areas with his tongue, expertly balancing his intense desire with his need to bring you to a staggering orgasm first. The smell of your arousal fills his nostrils, driving him wild with aching hunger and raw passion. He slowly slides two fingers into your tight, quivering hole, pumping them in and out in a steady rhythm while his tongue continues to dart across your clit. The combination of the tactile stimulation from his fingers and the sensory overload from his lips and tongue working together sends your body into an ecstatic spin. You buck under his touch, a chorus of passionate c

As your body begins to tremble and you let out a string of pleading moans, Daryl knows that the moment of truth has arrived. He continues his relentless attack on your sensitive clit with his tongue while his fingers, slick with your abundant juices, plow in and out of your tight pussy. His thumb flicks against your anus teasingly; the taboo aspect heightening the sexual tension that surrounds you both. Your breath becomes erratic as the tide of ecstasy draws nearer. "Fuck, Daryl," you whisper, your voice filled with raw need and desperate surrender. You're about to explode into orgasm, each pulse of pleasure radiating throughout your entire being. Daryl can feel his own climax edging closer too, but he p

Daryl senses the electrifying tension building within you, the way your body quivers beneath his touch, and he knows you're on the brink of an explosive release. With a primal growl, he intensifies his efforts, his tongue flicking and swirling over your throbbing clit, his fingers plunging deeper into your dripping wet pussy.

He can feel the tightening of your inner walls, the telltale signs of your impending orgasm, and it only spurs him on further. He's completely lost in the moment, consumed by the primal need to push you over the edge and to experience your release crashing over you like a tidal wave.

Just as you reach the peak of ecstasy, your body convulses with the force of your climax, waves of pleasure coursing through every nerve ending. You cry out his name, your voice filled with ecstasy and abandon, as