She swallowed. Her clothes were scratchy against her hot skin. Shifting position, her thong slipped through her nectar and lodged in the groove betwee...n her pussy lips. A crash in the kitchen severed the tension in the air between them. “I got it!” someone yelled. When she looked back at Washington, his eyes were on the TV screen above them. “Game’s back on,” he murmured. So it was. She exhaled slowly and looked up at the television. This might be tougher than she’d thought. Hawk brought. For my own sake, or rather the sake of my backside I resist. Daddy enjoys every opportunity he gets to punish me. Secretly I, both, enjoy and despise my punishments. Particularly because my own body betrays me at my lowest moments. Daddy’s punishments are designed for pain, but are never without pleasure. That is what makes each experience so bittersweet. I love, as much as hate Daddy. I Love him for all that he is, and hate him for having so much control over me. This was the lifestyle I had. After a couple minutes of steady pounding her pussy and feeling his balls slapping her, he realized her husband was right on the other side of the wall. Then the whole thing hit him and without warning he just went balls deep in that wet pussy, and felt her cervix on his dick as he emptied his baby batter into her womb. Joe and Susie both just collapsed on their sides and passed out. Waking up some time later, his dick still in her, getting hard again, they fucked slow and easy, cumming in her. Miguel came out and began talking to them in Spanish, of which none of us understood, and then he disappeared again. Several minutes later, Miguel appeared with 3 plates filled with beans, soft hot tortillas, chopped up tomatoes and a meat dish that looked like shredded beef cooked with rice, onions, eggs, tomatoes, peppers and who knows what else. I asked Miguel what the dish was called and he told me it is his mother’s own recipe for machaca. It was fabulous and we complimented Miguel’s.