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On your drive, you have no idea why you’re doing this. You could be in your dorm room right now, talking with your roommate, doing some pre-class studying, but here you are: driving to meet someone who could be the age of your father.

You’ve texted with him for hours. You wonder if he is real? Is he gross? What do you do if he doesn’t like you? You sent him some pics, but they were old. What if he doesn’t like what you look like now? Does he really like small tits? Is that feasible?

Why did he have you meet at a stop and shop? Crazy right? He said he’d be in the parking lot until your car pulled in. You gave him all your information. Even your license plate. What am I doing? But you just couldn’t stop. The thrill tingling over your body.

As you sit at the green light before the turn, you feel it. The fear. You put your blinker on as the horn sounds in back of you. You turn and as you shift, you feel the hot moisture in your slutty thong panties. How can I be innocent here? I chose these panties for a reason. I want him to want me…

And how couldn’t he, his 18 year old princess? Your body firm and soft. Tight and aching for guidance. Your first real orgasms on the horizon of your life, but pent up in the stress of college.

It’s time now to relax in daddy’s arms. Let him hold you and support all your weight in his strong arms. Let his tender lips and experienced hands softly roll along your skin. He is not forceful. He is not rushing. He is enjoying every bit of you as you fall deeper into his presence.

And then you wake up. Your pajama shorts are wet and nipples are hard. You instinctively rub your breasts to relieve the tension. Your nipples send shock waves to your pussy. Could it really feel this good?

NSFW: yes

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