Erin gasped as he took his thick muscular hands and held her down by pressing against the small of her back. Although she never saw his cock, she cou...ld tell it was not long but it was very thick. She felt her tiny pussy stretched to its limit as he fucked his little girl. Erin remembered very little from this point except hearing her father tell her over and over how good her tight pussy felt. Erin didn’t know how long he fucked her but knew it no longer than a couple minutes. After coming. "The camera just picks up blurs when you’re mercilessly pounding into her!"Joe rolled his eyes. "Whatever!"Uncle Aidan happily took several shots."I always have pictures with me at all times of Annie and me fucking," Uncle Joe ventured as he pounded ruthlessly into me. "One of them is even the screen saver to my laptop!"I suddenly started to shutter."What's wrong, baby girl?" Uncle Aidan asks.Uncle Joe rotated his hips in a circular motion so that his cock rubbed along the sides of my pussy but. No Cadillacs, trips to Vegas. He hadn’t known why he saved his pimp money. Nor what he would use if for.Then Gertie came along.As usual, Harold was overdressed. Too formal for the neighborhood, but I had to admit he was looking pretty natty these days. And enjoying his enhanced street creds in the Northeast.Everyone knew that his pink-haired whores now had their own savings accounts. And unlike other pimps, he didn’t beat his kids that much. Once in a while Columbo had to administer some street. May I pee?" "Why, of course you can, my sweet pet, there is a coffee can over in the corner, and it should fit your needs splendidly." By this time, only a small sense of revulsion or shocked dismay spread over her. She knew she was mine to do with, and she hesitated no longer at anything. Within seconds she had crawled over to the can, squatted over it, and splashed into the sides of it, filling it up in a warm swirl of amber liquid. "Very good, my sweet girl, now come over here and let.