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Tears Of Emma: His Sex Doll novel Chapter 28

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Chapter 28 – Highlight Chapter from Tears Of Emma: His Sex Doll

Chapter 28 is a standout chapter in Tears Of Emma: His Sex Doll by FearGod Prince, where the pace intensifies and character dynamics evolve. Rich in drama and tension, this part of the story grips readers and pushes the Internet narrative into new territory.

Am going to cum.

"You're...I'm going to cum,"I panted.

She grunted, staring into my eyes. Her body started to shake. Her p*ssy contracted around my d*ck, and she whimpered setting off my own orgasm.

She leaned forward, pressing her lips against mine and responded by sucking her tongue into my mouth and we kissed fervently as we finished cumming together. The thought of pregnancy didn't come to my mind. I can say I don't even care.

She rolled off of me and we both lay there panting and gasping for breathe.

"That was the best sex I've ever had," I said and then regretted saying anything at all.

What are you supposed to say after mind blowing sex with your eighteen-year-old

babysitter in the bed that you share with your cold, frigid wife? "I mean...I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything," Rachel said as she cuddled up next to me, draping her arm and leg over me. Her large, firm breasts were molded against the side of my body.

She kissed me on the cheek and soon she was fall asleep.

I watched her as she sleeps innocently. She looks more beautiful while sleeping. "Reachel will make a good wife" I said in my mind. Then I slept a few minutes later.

I woke up the next morning with a start. I popped up into a sitting position, full of panic. What had I done? I looked around the room. It was empty except for myself

and the bedroom door was shut. There was absolutely no evidence of last night's tryst with the babysitter. Maybe it was a dream? As I yanked on a t-shirt and sweatpants, I knew in my mind that I had done something very, very wrong last night.

I walked down the steps and into the kitchen and stopped dead in the doorway. Rachel and the two kids were singing a song about a bus and eating fruit loops between verses. It was the cutest thing I had ever seen. It had been a long time since there had been any singing in my house. A smiled ran across my face.

"Say, 'good morning, Daddy,'" Rachel commanded and kids cheerfully did as they were instructed and then went back to eating their cereal.

"We need to talk," I said, motioning for Rachel to follow.

"Sure," Rachel said smiling deeply at me. "You guys can finish the movie after eating," she said to the kids as she followed me to downstairs office.

I shut the door behind me, but Rachel spoke first.

"Kathy called."

"She did?" I kept myself calm.

"Yes. She called while you were sleeping. She was a little surprised that I was still here, but thought that it was a good idea. She asked if I could watch the kids tomorrow and Tuesday until she came home."

"I...well I was going to ask you but...I mean...it's not a good idea now. We need to talk about last night."

Rachel ignored my comment and kept on going. "Did you know that I don't have

"I don't want anything," I said to myself. What was I supposed to do now? It was

my dream come true and my worst nightmare. How could anything go back to normal again? Why wouldI want it to? I decided to skip breakfast. I snuck a cup of coffee when Rachel was attending to

the children and then went upstairs to finish my TPS report.

I had been shut off in my bedroom the entire morning without interruption when the bedroom door opened. It was Rachel with her traveling bags.

"Hey you," she said coyly. "I didn't want to disturb you while you were working up here. Everyone is down for their naps and I thought I'd take a shower." She said dropping the bags

"Thank you,"I said. "You really are great with them. They'd still be crying if I was

alone here trying to put them down to sleep."

"Well you aren't alone. You aren't alone anymore," Rachel said, peeling off her t-shirt.

"You shouldn't,"I protested. "Last night was..." I was unable to finish as she

stepped out of her shorts. She was perfect.

Rachel just giggled and locked the bedroom door. Her massive tits bounced as she walked towards me. I stood there frozen, my breathe quickening. Rachel changed directing just before she reached me and sauntered into the master bathroom. She looked back,

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