I smiled to myself knowing that this wouldn’t be the last time my father and I fucked. And his fingers never stopped playing with my clit. Indian sex Let’s just say that my father didn’t need much convincing after that. He slipped a second finger in and moved them fast. His door was cracked open, and his TV was on. He looked over at me, and I saw his eyes staring at my cleanly shaven pussy. “Daddy, it isn’t wrong.” I insisted. I buried my face in my father’s shoulder, hoping it would hide the sound of my moans as I came on my father’s cock. He was watching porn. I walked closer to him and cleared my throat. He thrusted into me hard and fast and used his hand to play with my clit. He thrusted into me hard and fast and used his hand to play with my clit. I wanted to touch his cock. “I’m close.”
My father grunted in response as he continued to pound his thick cock into my tight little pussy.
