I had a nice upside-down view of my husband’s crotch but didn’t have long to appreciate it, because that cock was being rammed down my throat and I had to concentrate in a hurry! “Is Daddy working you too hard?” Jill looked over at me slowly, but it was like she was hypnotized—her gaze went quickly back to her father’s cock, and she never stopped pumping that shaft. “Share, Mommy, share!” my daughter yelped. They both looked over at me. She winced a bit, and I could tell her jaw was sore. I, too, looked at Dan. Daddyyyyyy!” Jill squealed. “You’re such a good little girl,” I murmured into her ear. She winced a bit, and I could tell her jaw was sore. “Thaaaaat’s it, you funny little bitch!” Dan said, reaching down to push Jill’s head further down his cock.
