“Oh, yes, yes, thank me,” I moaned, her tongue running up to my nipple. Indian sex video Valerie fell to her knees on the carpet behind me. The way she moaned as her father fucked her. Now my daddy needs to spank me. Such control. I abused her.”
“No, no, you disciplined her. You know they’re being disciplined.” I shuddered, my daughter’s tongue lapping at my asshole, her hands gripping my thighs as her tongue ran in circles around my naughty sphincter. It also ran down her mother’s chin. “I’ve been so bad. A cop and her daughter. She flaunted it around her father, using it to get herself out of trouble by turning him on. My cock ached. Now he was perfect. She brought me closer and closer to cumming. Her ass burned bright red, her butt-cheek rippling from the force. I groaned as I shuddered. The scent filled the air. This was such a wicked treat to witness. You know they’re being disciplined.” I shuddered, my daughter’s tongue lapping at my asshole, her hands gripping my thighs as her tongue ran in circles around my naughty sphincter. My eyes flicked down to her left hand. Fuck my pussy! “Her friend, Dennis Marshal, confessed. You have to be wet for her to discipline you.
