I found out later that Rose’s favorite porn was also daddy daughter porn, and that she watched it all the time just like I did.

I heard Rose turn off the shower and I quickly pulled my shorts up to cover my cock and exited out of the porn I had been jacking off to. “Shut up,” she growled, but she pulled him closer, her lips crashing into his, and the workout dissolved into heat once more, the pantyhose finally giving way completely under her grip.

The basement air was thick with sweat and tension as Linda’s hands–her hands in his male body–tore at the waistband of Ken’s leggings,Rape her fingers rough and impatient. She stepped in behind him, the water plastering her short, dark hair flat against her scalp, accentuating the softer lines of her face–his old face–her new jaw lacking sharpness, her cheeks hollowed slightly from exertion. Third set, five again, her narrow shoulders shaking, her cock fully hard now, pressing against her shorts as she sat up, glaring at him–his sweat, his power.

Ken stood, wiping his hands, his hazel eyes catching her bulge.