Raising his shirt, she bent her head and kissed her way from his stomach to his chest. She licked and kissed each nipple. ‘Raise your arms,’ she p...ulled the undershirt over his head. Kissing her way back up to his mouth, closing her eyes, feeling her way with her hands, they slid down his body to remove his belt. She unbuckled, and then unsnapped his pants almost instantly. She unzipped him and ran her hand inside pants. She felt the impression of his cock through his underwear. Running her. Easing myself into a kneeling position, I watched his twitching shaft spring upward to again press lightly between my titties. He really was hung like a stallion. Looking down I could see the bulging vein running up the underside of his thick shaft throbbing in time through the taut skin stretched thin. The blood rushing into his hard cock pulsed powerfully in time to his every heartbeat. Reaching down I wrapped my fingers around his twitching shaft, being careful to not wake him. I ran my. . Her name ... Her mother was obsessed with pornography – and he named her after his favourite pornstar ... I didn’t have a clue, because I never watched the stuff ... I didn’t find out until she was about ten – too late to complain. By then, my husband was already out of the picture, he couldn’t handle having a ‘different’ child. But that name – is what brought us here today...”She sighs, and looks over at her grinning, wet chinned daughter, who seems to nod – pushing her mother on.... I lapped and sucked as much as I could, but the bed sheets were soaked with Keely’s musky essence. Her thighs opened, her hand left the back of my head, and Keely panted, “I’m ready for that fuck, now, Mr. Foxxx.”“Under the circumstances, I don’t think we need to be so formal, do you?”“Can I call you Daddy?” she said, patting the bed next to her, indicating that I should lie down next to her.Following her lead, I lay down across the bed, my cock sticking up like a flagpole. “You can call me.