Her mother squatted down on her face. Connie sat on the edge of her parent’s bed the small vibrator in hand. Indian porn “You’re not mad?” She asked. “You shouldn’t mom, this isn’t right.” She said though in her heart she felt different. It amused her to do this and also aroused her to command her daughter’s body so. Connie kept her eyes open watching her father’s balls bouncing and slapping his wife’s ass. Connie watched as her mother’s asshole stretched to take the eight inches of her father and again wondered how it would feel in her own small ass. Connie stared up at her mother, her nice round ass, her thick legs toned from daily jogs, her pussy lips unlike hers fat and protruding from her mound, red and glistening with wetness and her mound itself with only a tuft of hair in the shape of a V. Tim peeled his shirt off. Connie lifted her head up and suckled her mother’s large labia. Mmmmmm.”
His head slipped in engulfed in her ass then slowly the rest of his eight inches followed. She was cumming and so was he. “Don’t you like,” his wife asked sitting up spreading Connie’s lips and letting her tongue flick against the girls clit.
