Her clit. I rolled onto my back and fell into sleep. Indian sex The thunder boomed, windows rattling. I buried into her cunt again and again. Tangy. That’s amazing. She must be having a great wet dream. I pushed on it. “A naughty, sexy dream.”
“Mmm, Daddy,” she moaned, this throaty sound of pleasure. I had gotten away with it. I hit that peak of my pleasure. “Your mustache is great, but you could be all grizzly. “That was amazing.”
“Yes,” I groaned and rolled off of her. No salon trips for the women. That was so wild. Blonde Madeleine was replaced with my redheaded, barely legal daughter. “W-what are you doing?”
Lightning burst. I pumped away at her, driving my cock into her cunt with powerful strokes. I groaned as I loved myself. I licked my lips, so hungry to lick her out. She blinked and then stared up at me. I swallowed, staring at her cunt molded by those sexy panties. Her panties molded to her pussy lips. I groaned as I loved myself. Dry-humping wouldn’t even mean touching her. My dick ached to be in my little girl. She clung to me for a few more moments and then she rolled off of me. Maybe I’d press my tip against her hymen. I hovered there, trembling, spurting the last of my cum on my
