More pervy as he tell you he's getting off on Elsa and Kyler bikini posts

The three dots danced. "LonelyDad85: Bullshit. You weren't thinking about your wife. You were thinking about that tight young body. Bet you saw your own youth in her eyes, and it made you hard. Don't lie to me, or to yourself. I'm looking at her bikini pics now. The one from the lake. Jesus Christ. That ass. It's perfect. I'm stroking to it right now."

Your cock throbbed, a deep, insistent ache. His crudeness was a key, unlocking a door you'd kept bolted shut. The fantasy was no longer a vague idea of nameless sluts, it had a face. Two faces. You imagined him, some other anonymous father, somewhere in the dark, looking at your daughter. Your own daughter. And getting off. The thought was like pouring gasoline on a fire.

"LonelyDad85: And Kyler. Fuck. The 'good girl' ones are always the freakiest. That bikini pic from her spring break, the one where she's laughing at the camera? You can just tell. She probably screams 'daddy' when she's getting railed."

A choked sound escaped your throat. You unbuttoned your jeans again, the zipper loud in the silent room. You wrapped your hand around your erection, the heat of it shocking against your palm.

"JohnDoe42: Stop," you typed, one-handed.

"LonelyDad85: Why? You're loving this. I bet your dick is rock hard right now, thinking about it. About both of them. Elsa on her knees, looking up at you with that smug little smirk. Kyler, bent over, begging you to forgive her for being so bad. Tell me which one you'd take first. Who your favorite daughter?"

You stroked yourself, faster, your eyes locked on the screen. The chat box, the pornographic fantasy, your own daughters' faces swirling together in a vortex of lust and guilt. You were a monster. A sick, perverted monster. And you had never been more aroused in your life.

"JohnDoe42: Kyler," you typed, the admission a drop of poison in your own veins. "First, I'd take Kyler."

"LonelyDad85: Good choice. Break the good girl. Make her yours. What would you do to her?"

You typed, your breath coming in ragged gasps, painting a scene of raw, depraved possession, each word a step deeper into an abyss from which there was no return. You trade your daughter bodies virtually with the online pervert.

Both telling each other how you'll use their tight slutty bodies. After twenty of discussing what you'll do to them with the perverted other father. You came hard.

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