Shae always called dibs on the delicate princess. We had built to a slow, bouncing rhythm, my thick cock thumping in and out of my daughter until with a final thrust, I felt the last inch slip inside and my balls slap up against her bottom. “WINNER!” the game proclaimed enthusiastically. My beautiful girl yelped as the jolt buried her to the hilt on my prick again. It seemed she had given up on the direct assault and doubled down on the backup plan, pretending that she was just trying to get comfortable as her head wiggled in my lap. “AGH! “I have a handicap.” “I mean you need MORE of a handicap!” Shae sat up and scooted over on the couch, landing with a graceless plop on my lap. Turgid flesh throbbed inside her, massaged by the spasming walls of her pussy. Muttering, I gave up on the switch and headed down the hall, steps bouncing my girl in a gentle rhythm. Shae was enthusiastic in bed, but this was the first time she had taken
