Missy reached up and grasped her shirt with both hands and wrenched it open, buttons popping across the bed. Indian sex “Is this what you’ve been asking for?”
She backed up on the bed and he followed her, reaching out to pull her toward him by the back of her neck. He looked into her tear streaked face for a few seconds and then dropped his gaze to her backside and his hand. “Daddy has so much more to show you.”
Missy smiled and stretched against his long body. He wanted her in by 10:00, which had been her curfew for a long time, and she wanted it changed to 12:00 for the summer before her senior year. They lay there tangled together on top of her bed and she snuggled up against his chest. “Move.”
Missy ran to the truck and got in, just noticing Nancy in the back seat. She exploded against the thick base of his cock while he held her tightly and filled her until the heavy mixture of their cum was running down their legs between them.
