Make her cum on that big dick.”
“Yes,” Janelle purred, her cunt squeezing down on my dick. “Get off Daddy’s cock. xxx 18 Our wedding pictures, the last family portrait we’d taken when Tonya was only two and right before the aneurysm took my wife away from me. My face twisted in rapture. Instead, “Yes,” croaked from my mouth. I wanted to say no. I basted my daughter’s face, coating her in my seed. You’ll enjoy it.”
“Goddamn,” I groaned, my dick growing harder. Ripe. She backed up and then stretched out on her back. It was almost like the belt buckle had turned them into… “Damn,” I groaned, my dick throbbing in those depths. She must be coming closer and closer to cumming. I don’t need those boys. Where had my daughters even purchased it?
