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Engorged veins crisscrossed their way from the base to the head, which itself was swollen, shiny, and purple. “For a long stretch of time, I didn’t dare to move. Even though I had begged for daddy’s dick earlier that very evening, I couldn’t bring myself to go through with it. The thought of doing anything sexual with him frightened me. I knew it was wrong, and I somehow knew that it would change our relationship forever, and perhaps I feared it was going to change for the worse. “The bathroom was stone silent the whole time. I barely breathed, and as I sat there, the masturbation pounding japanese of my heart grew in my ears, until it dominated all the other sounds around me. It was a drum driving me forward, driving me to take the next forbidden step. I looked up into my daddy’s eyes, searching for the permission that I needed, but I got nothing in return. He blankly stared down at his cock, unable or unwilling to meet my gaze, ashamed by his lewd presentation to his daughter. I knew then that I had the power, if only for a moment. If I wanted to masturbating continue, it was up to me. If I wanted to end it all right then and there, I could. But if I did nothing, I knew that it would be over soon. I realized that I did not need to ask for his consent, but he was asking for mine. My father did not have the will to molest me. “And yet, although I was scared, I also knew that if I continued, I could satisfy the primal, familial lust that had been building exponentially inside me all week; no, all season. A choice was before me, and time was running out for me to decide. “While my brain debated my next move in fits and starts, my body began to lead. My pussy dribbled a clear juice down my crack and onto the toilet seat in preparation for use. I shivered as a light sweat broke out across my youthful chest. “Once more, my eyes fell to his engorged cock. I looked it in the eye, into its slit, which seemed to glisten slightly, and I reached up to it. As I did, it twitched in anticipation. I gripped it lightly at the teen base, where his shaft met his balls. At the time, my hand was not big enough to encircle it completely with my fingers and thumb. It was pleasantly warm on my palm and even though I had felt other cocks before that point, I was still startled at how it could simultaneously feel so soft and so hard at the same time. I gave it a squeeze and a bead of crystal pre-cum appeared at his slit. “I released my grip on his cock, but ran my fingers up the underside, caressing the smooth, papery skin until I got to the ripple of flesh just beneath my daddy’s corona. I jabbed my finger into it, which turned the bead of precum into a rivulet that descended onto my forearm. The pressure on his sensitive area caused my dad to grunt lightly, the first noise he’d made since exposing himself to me. It startled me and I looked up for his eyes again, but still he declined to make eye contact. “While keeping my gaze fixed on his eyes, I brought my other hand up and, with both of them at the same time, caressed his member. I dragged my fingertips lightly over his length, sometimes in the same direction, sometimes going opposite ways. I swirled the seeping precum around his crown, thumbing his slit to gather more and spread it down the shaft. My hands, too, were covered in it, and as I jacked him, sticky sounds filled the room. “Slowly, I brought my face closer and closer to his cock. In doing so, my line of sight slowly came squirt into alignment with his, until there was nothing he could do, but meet my gaze. I needed him to be present for me. I needed him to see me, and know that it was me. I didn’t want him pretending my hands were those of another girl—like a friend of mine, an old childhood sweetheart, or an Asian prostitute. I didn’t want him to close his eyes and deny in his mind what was happening. As they gathered in his bedroom, they eagerly discussed several options for including the girls, once they got home. I had on my darkest sunglasses so that I could pretend masturbation to be japanese asleep. I’ve done some pretty fucked up shit that I’m not proud of. This goes against convention, but I suppose you are not a conventional girl. "We need to masturbating have replacement council members in here as soon as possible." The fact that she loved me helped a little too. “Oh, yeah,” Seth said, arching an eyebrow. She herself was a genetic deformity of the teen second generation. Neither of them is circumcised but because they were hard the foreskins were pulled back, revealing the end of their tall standing pricks. I squirt told Sue you can go to bed now and use the bathroom if you need to.