Graham Gerard Windsor
"Back again?" The petite brunette with small tits asks as she enters the bedroom where I wait for her inside the club I often frequent.
"No talking." I say and she smirks. She nods silently. I'm already undressed, ready to get down to business.
I nod to the floor in front of me, the pillows I kindly laid out of her and she smiles and kneels on them between my legs.
"Call me Grandpa and ask if you can suck my cock." I say to her. The girl I'd walked in last week and chosen specifically because she was the closest resemblance to my grand daughter.
I wasn't proud of the thoughts that immediately ran through my head when I saw Dove standing there by here parents graves. Even weeping, she was incredibly beautiful. A short doll, made of long light brown hair, and big sad brown eyes, her tiny waist, and short legs, she looked like a sad little doll. So broken and beautiful. I can't say I didnt imagine bending her over the dirt in her knee length black dress, and fucking her over my sons grave while thanking him for making such a gorgeous gift for me. I'd shaked that thought away though. It wasnt right. But my dick didnt understand that she was blood, that she was my grand daughter.
"Please, can I suck your cock Grandpa?" the whore on her knees asks, as I stroke my cock and nod. She smirks, opens her mouth and I grab a fist full of her hair, groaning as I push her face into my lap. Only wanting to see the brown hair on the back of her head.
"Dont look, just suck." I groan as she tries to look up at me. I push her head down, making her choke on my cock.
"Suck my cock, pretty Dove." I groan. "Suck grandpas cock."
I couldn't have my own grand daughter. But I could pretend, with someone else.