Ben was no stranger to lap dances and knew his daughter was skilled. If she kept working that tight ass she was going to make him lose it right in his... boxers."Feels so good ... oh Daddy ... don't stop ..." Nikki whimpered.The fingers in her pussy were just what she needed. Her father's thick fingers filled her and hit all the right spots as he worked on her. Unlike Ben, she'd given up trying to ignore it was her dad touching her. His scent was so familiar and she knew that stubble on her cheek. “You can’t do this!”The cord wound her hands in a binding grip.The men stood back to admire their efforts. Veronica was now naked stood with her back to them, legs tight together high black heels giving her erect posture the shape of some goddess statue outside the city hall. Her hands were up above her head tied to a dirty shower nozzle, her slightly bent position letting her fantastic tits hang down the firmness of them defying gravity.Oh she was wet; her body looking as if the shower head. I could see from the smile on his face that he liked what saw.He knelt on the bed, grabbing my ankles and swinging me straight on so I was fully on my back again. Sliding his hands up my legs, he firmly pushed them apart as his face moved into the gap formed by my spread thighs. I could read his intentions and I did a pelvic tilt, lifting my buttocks off the bed as his hands reached my panties, which were soon pulled off and thrown into a corner of the room.I thought his target was going to be. "Get up," said Oakhill, kicking Emilia. Emilia Clarke sobbed for a moment, collecting herself. She then slowly shuffled back onto her knees, looking up at Oakhill. She hesitated for a moment, then closed her eyes, and wrapped her lips back around Oakhill's cock. John Oakhill grinned at his power. "Deeper, deeper," said Oakhill quietly, encouraging Emilia to take his cock in further. It was amusing to watch her struggle. Her teary eyes, flushed face, saliva-covered chin, choking on his cock and.