“My fingers rubbing against your G-spot?”
“So much, Daddy!” She shook. Indian hindi sex Her fingernails bit into the back of my neck as she gripped me. “Well, I guess that’s a start. She gasped, her back arching. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Kat
The next morning, I couldn’t help but think about Daddy. I stared up into his eyes. My daughter looked up and saw me. You love it, Daddy. Kat sat between my wife and me at the kitchen table. My pussy clenched. I licked my lips, leaning over the chair, staring with hunger at Daddy’s cock. “No more, Mike! “Mommy never has to know. I massaged her. Was this really that wrong? I love you, too. I engulfed the tip of Daddy’s cock. Loved her. That’s incredible! I loved the way her twat rippled around my fingers.
