I delighted in drinking my daughter’s cream. Who deliberately unbuttoned blouses and wore tight skirts to show off their nubile forms. “I… “You didn’t cum in me,” she moaned. I groaned into her pussy. My cunt clenched as the heat swelled and billowed through me. We were rather liberal for Christians. Pleasure flowed through me. This strange confidence swelled in me. It had to be so obvious what we’d done. Our nipples brushed, sparks flaring, as I whispered, “You want me to go down on you? It was an amazing treat to enjoy my daughter. My eighteen-year-old body trembled as I watched Daddy’s cock nuzzle into Courtney’s black bush soaked by her passion. She wiggled her hips from side to side, stirring my shaft around in me. This wondrous heat that billowed out of me. “We had fun with her,” he said. Was Mrs. The floor creaked beneath my feet. In that place, it was how reality now worked. “Mustache ride!” my daughter giggled and sprang off her friend. She teased me.
