Eat my cunt. Needles stabbed into my brain. “We love you, Daddy.”
“I love you both,” I groaned, pressing on Rosie’s hymen. Little bee-sting titties topped by small nipples. “Let’s put it into gear, honey,” I groaned as she reached the highway, signaling for the right turn. They pressed their entirely naked bodies tight, slipping their thighs between the other’s legs. “Yes!” I groaned, my dick unloading more cum into Lily’s barely legal snatch. White panties, plain and demure, so virginal they almost blinded me, exposed. My last daughter’s cunt wrapped about my cock. So juicy. Fingers dug into dimpled asses. The watching youths and their minister stood calm, shaking their heads, being affected by his command and… I loved both their cunts. “Of course not. You love me and want to please me.”
“They do,” groaned Anne. The youth minister, Kip Larson, rose from a group playing cards, still clutching his hand as he gaped.
