Tales about Hot Daddies
In the tantalizing world of "It's Also Love?", innocence collides with desire, and familial bonds blur as Meet, a sweet and impressionable young boy, finds himself swept into the captivating orbit of his adopted father, Rajbh...
I walked into the kitchen, feeling a mix of anxiety and relief. Last night's encounter with my papa had left me shaken. I was such a fool to ask him for something like that. His grip on my cookie, so tight and forceful, still haunted me. It was a harsh reminder of the power he held over me.
Thankfully, my papa had left for the office earlier, sparing me from facing him this morning. I let out a sigh of relief, but the fear still lingered. What if he decided to tell my mamma about what happened? The thought sent shivers down my spine.
I sat down at the breakfast table, trying to appear normal. But inside, I felt a knot of unease. Would my papa's anger resurface? Would he confront me again? I couldn't shake off the lingering sense of dread.
As I picked at my food, my mind raced with thoughts of what could happen next. Would my papa punish me further for my foolish desires? Or would he simply pretend like nothing had happened? I couldn't predict his next move, and that uncertainty fueled my anxiety.
I finished my breakfast quickly, eager to escape the tension in the air. I didn't want to face my papa's wrath or risk any further confrontations. I just wanted things to go back to normal, to pretend that last night had never occurred.
But deep down, I knew that things had changed. The power dynamics between us had shifted, and I couldn't ignore the strange mix of fear and arousal that coursed through me. It was a twisted game I had unknowingly entered, and I wasn't sure how to navigate its treacherous waters.
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Meet's POV
I walked through the school gates, my mind filled with thoughts of last night. I couldn't help but appreciate what my daddy had done for me. Even though he had refused to show me his big magnificent dick, the attention he gave to my little nunu was incredibly pleasurable and satisfying. The mere thought of him pleasuring me with his hands was enough to make my heart race.
I tried to focus on my studies throughout the day, but my mind kept wandering back to the sensations and intimacy I had experienced with my daddy. It was like a secret between us, a forbidden pleasure that I couldn't help but crave. I couldn't believe that my daddy had given me not one, but two mind-blowing handjobs. It was surreal.
As I walked by the school playground, I caught a glimpse of Hrithik. My heart skipped a beat, and I felt a strange mix of excitement and nervousness. Hrithik, with his athletic physique and charming smile, always had a way of capturing my attention. He was playing basketball, effortlessly dribbling the ball and making impressive shots. It was hard not to admire his skills and his hunky presence on the court.
But deep down, I couldn't shake off the uneasy feeling that lingered between us. Our realtionship had taken a turn for the worse, and I knew it was my fault. The thought of Hrithik seeking revenge made my stomach churn with anxiety. I had betrayed his trust, and now I had to face the consequences.
