Chapter 100

Well... At the moment when her father ejaculated, Natasha instinctively rushed forward, trying to avoid her father's cum, but her slender waist was grabbed by her father, and then her butt was stuck back hard and began to welcome her father's cum. Perhaps she also thought of it at this time that she had been cummed by her father once, and it would be meaningless to dodge again.

Natasha's delicate body was tense, her hands clasped the sofa's cushion, and her breasts under her chest were trembling regularly and quickly.

My father pressed Natasha's butt tightly, and the second ejaculation continued for a while. As my father's body gradually relaxed, it meant the end of the ejaculation.

未… After the father finished ejaculation, his father let go of Natasha’s slender waist. Natasha’s body gradually lost strength, his butt sank, and his father’s penis was slowly pulled out.

Bo... While Natasha was lying on the sofa on her side, her father's penis finally pulled out of Natasha's vagina, making a slight sound, and Natasha's breathing was also disordered.

The entire living room was filled with the heavy breathing of father and Natasha.

A stream of white semen slowly flowed out from the middle of Natasha's butt, and then dripped onto the sofa. Natasha lay on her side on the sofa and kept panting. At this time, her body was crystal clear, with a trace of tiny beads of sweat.

My father was the same at this time. His dark body was a little wet and he was constantly adjusting his breathing.

The thick and long penis was not completely weak, but it was not just hard either.

As my father breathed, the penis that was swinging on his hips swayed gently, and the stem was covered with white mucus.

At this time, I also held my breath because it was easy to be heard by my father and Natasha.

Hey... After a while of rest, my father suddenly walked to the front, then bent down and hugged Natasha. As the sofa cushions rose and fell, Natasha was picked up by her father.

Natasha seemed to be weak all over at this time, and was well-behavedly in her father's arms. Her breathing was still disordered at this time.

After picking up Natasha, my father turned around and walked. I originally thought that my father and I were holding Natasha to the bathroom, but my father actually walked towards his bedroom with Natasha in his arms.

At this time, my father's door was open, and I watched my father hug Natasha into his bedroom in a princess hug.

The whole living room was quiet and I could only hear my own breathing.

Then I heard my father's mattress tremble slightly. It was probably because of my father who put Natasha on the bed.

Then there was a giggling sound, as if his father had gone to bed.

Why didn’t my father send Natasha back to his bedroom?

Why carry it to your bedroom?

Will my father share the same bed with Natasha tonight?

Is this going to completely conquer Natasha?

Maybe my father thought that the first time between the two was not perfect enough. He broke through his relationship with Natasha and was sleeping with Natasha for a night. This is perfect.

Everything was quiet at this time. Only the sound of his father and Natasha's not calm breathing was heard, and the two of them didn't say a word.

My legs were already numb at this time. I held the handrail of the sofa with both hands, and then struggled to support my body.

After standing up straight, I felt that my legs seemed to no longer exist. I needed rest at this time and needed my legs to heal again.

I sat on the sofa with great effort, trying not to make any noise. After I sat on the sofa with great care, my legs began to gradually regain consciousness.

The feeling of numb legs is really uncomfortable. I believe many people have experienced it. I use my strong willpower to prevent myself from making a sound.

After waiting for a while, the painful feeling of my legs passed and my attention gradually regained.

At this moment, I smelled a familiar smell, fishy smell.

I turned to look next to me. There was a clear white mark on the sofa. It was my father's semen that had just flowed out of Natasha's vagina.

My father carried Natasha back to the bedroom, and there was no trace of cleaning them.

There were also some white water droplets on the floor next to the sofa, and some transparent liquid. These were all love liquid that my father had just thrust out.

Perhaps father and Natasha thought that it would be too late to clean up these traces tomorrow morning.

I sat on the sofa and looked at the traces next to me. Everything was so unreal.

I have fantasized about the scenes of my father and Natasha breaking through countless times, but what I see now is still different from what I imagined. It is far more intense than what I imagined, and it is so crazy at the same time.

I originally thought that the first time they would wear a condom, after all, Natasha didn't wear a ring, but the first time was a solid cum.

I originally thought that the first time the two of them would be their father taking the initiative, and Natasha was passive. After all, men were the ones who took the initiative, but the reality was Natasha's unintentional, father's unintentional, and God's arrangements, which were completed by such a coincidence.

At this moment, I really want to smoke a cigarette, and accept everything now while swallowing the clouds and spitting mist.

After calming down, I found that my penis was still erect, pressing against my crotch.

Listening to the sound of my father and Natasha's breathing evenly, I gently unbuttoned my belt. At this time, my glans was covered with mucus and my underwear was wet.

I wear a little too much in winter, and it took a lot of effort to take out my penis.

The entanglement gradually calmed down, but the inner stimulation could not be vented. I slowly stood up and then began to slowly stroke my penis.

Without having to fantasize, the scenes of my father and Natasha were repeated in my mind. In less than two minutes, a stream of semen was sprayed from my penis, and then sprayed onto the coffee table and onto Natasha's nightgown.

When the two of them entered the room, their clothes were placed on the coffee table.I tried my best to control myself not making any sound, even when I was ejaculating.

My semen was sprayed far away, maybe this was the time I ejaculated the most. Some of the semen was shot on the coffee table, and some of the semen was shot on the ground on the other side of the coffee table.

After ejaculation, I gently wiped the semen from my glans with my fingers, and then slowly put on my pants.

The father and Natasha did not make any other sounds, and it seemed that the two were really asleep.

The emptiness after ejaculation made the stimulation in my heart disappear, only endless sadness and regret.

But looking at the semen that had not dried up on the sofa, I knew that none of this could be saved.

I left traces of semen on the coffee table and the floor, but I had nothing to worry about. Even if my father and Natasha discovered it, they would never believe that I was the one who left it.

I moved my steps and walked carefully towards the stairs, but when I walked to the door of my father's bedroom, I couldn't help but look inside the bedroom.

Although the lights are not turned on in the bedroom, I can still see a white flesh-and-blooded show on the bed inside.

It’s just that part of her white body was blocked, it was her father.

Natasha was lying in the bed, and her father was lying outside the bed.

Natasha lies on her back, her plump breasts rise high, and you can see the shadow of the areola at the top of her breasts.

My father was lying on his side at this time, with his back facing me, and he could see that he seemed to be hugging Natasha.

My father's breathing was very long and even, and he had already started to snore, and Natasha was still motionless, as if she was asleep.

After two high-intensity sex, my father and Natasha were tired, and it was already very late now, so have both of them slept?

I don’t know where the courage I got, maybe it was caused by the negative emotions in my heart, so I actually moved my steps towards the bedroom.

Stop...Don't go forward any more...

At this time, I kept shouting at myself in my heart, but my feet were not in control, and I still moved my steps into my father's bedroom.

Although I was careful at this time, I still couldn't help but make small sounds. If Natasha was not asleep at this time, she would definitely hear it. She just needed to raise her head and look at me and she would see me who had entered the door.

I walked into my father's bedroom, and my father and Natasha's bodies were getting closer and closer to me, and my eyes were always looking at Natasha.

Natasha is a white person, so in the dark, her body is very clear, while her father's body is dark, so she doesn't see it very clearly.

Soon, I walked to the edge of the bed, and my thighs were almost pressed against my father's bed.

I stopped and looked down at the father-in-law and daughter-in-law lying together. Neither of them were wearing clothes.

Natasha was lying in the bed, her eyes closed and her breathing evenly and long, and she fell asleep.

There were faint red marks on her plump body, and the labia on her crotch were still reflecting with liquid. My father was lying on his side, putting one hand under Natasha's breasts, and was hugging her at this time.

The two of them slept very well. I am now standing beside them like a ghost, without any notice...