Mukesh: muje khadi karte hue muje to ye randi pasand haiMe: tum babhi ke pass jao maine nahi fadwani apni chut ye itna mota lawda meri chut mai nahi j...a payegapar babhi ke irade to aur hi the babhi mere pass aayi aur meri chuchia bedardi se maslti hui boli mukesh ye haramjadi raand nakhre kar rahi hai iski chut itni gehri hai tumhare jaise dus lund andar le jaye mai boli nahi babhi isse tum sambhalo par mukesh kuch bi meri sun-ne ko tayar nahi tha usne muje uthaya aur ek mote takie par ulta lita. Allison rewarded the slave with an orgasm of her own before the two drifted off to sleep.“Your father fucked you?” asked an astonished Marge.“Yes,” whimpered Kathleen as she knelt in Marge’s living room.“Wow, that’s hot!” exclaimed Mandy. “You must have a pretty cool dad.” Kathleen was then released from her slave duties to rest up from the night before and to take care of her own home.That evening, Kathleen opened the front door with trepidation, not knowing if she was going to be treated as a. Elizabeth dutifully placed the glass on its wide bottom and sat on the couch, Dad sitting beside her on the right, and Mom on her left. She glanced between them uncomfortably. Was she in trouble? Had Mom found the topless selfies she’d taken last week? No one had seen them, of course, carefully hidden away in her calculator vault (she’d just die if anyone saw her beginner boobies); she only liked having them on her cell phone for curiosity sake. Mom would blister her bare bottom for that with a. She slumped motionless against his chest, feeling his withering cock pulse inside her. After several minutes, she lifted herself off of Nick. The sound of his cock exiting her pussy made a sloppy, farting like noise and uncorked a torrent of his spent seed into his lap.Ignoring the mess, both women curled up in Nick's lap, exhausted, pussies left painfully agape, but nonetheless satisfied from being ravaged by his youthful exuberance and voracious sexual appetite.After a short catnap, they.