It was the weekend and Missy was stalling; she didn’t want to go straight home. “Oh, unnnhhhh, unnnhhh, please, please, Daddy.” She begged and squirmed. Indian sex Missy grasped the back of his shoulders and pressed the tips of her fingers into the hard muscle there, twisting and arching herself into him. She and Bob used to be close, he was a good guy and she had called him dad most of her life, but last summer she had stopped and started calling him by his name. She could see that it hurt him, but he tried to act cool about it. She was crying loudly, but she heard him grunt and felt the hand on her back stiffen when she called him daddy. Read 64410 times |
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She screamed and pressed her chest into the bed. “Damn, little girl.” He dropped his jeans and grasped his cock at the base. “Please, daddy.”
He held down on the center of her back and pushed one finger slowly into her. He pulled her up onto her knees on the bed and pressed her shoulders
