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  • “I was a bad girl,” my daughter said in that sapphic breathy tone of hers. “You have to... to spank me.” “Yes!” my wife moaned. “Spank her, lesbian Mitch! Discipline our daughter! She's been so bad.” I drew back my hand. I couldn't believe I was doing this. This small voice at the back of my mind screamed out in protest. That ass was just fingering delicious. It begged to be spanked. Bad girls had to be SapphicErotica disciplined. Hard. CRACK! My hand came down on my daughter's ass. Her butt-cheek pussylicking wiggled. A bright, red handprint appeared. My daughter's back arched. She let out a moan that was halfway between pain and halfway between pleasure. My dick twitched and throbbed. And the reaction from older sister sapphic the day before, or lack of reaction as the case may be, told me that a cheesy pickup line would only buy me more time to work on my tan. I asked. My hips had taken on a life of there own, pumping into her. There were even stories of Satanism and witchcraft. scary. In any lesbian case, there was nothing to be done about it. The pleasure surged through me as his hot cum filled me. I loved it. She felt the cool liquid drip on her ass crack and knows he is going to fuck her ass again. It had the same large bomb and the words, Sassy Sally written on the fuselage under the bomb. I was drinking some water and just felt a wind hit be from behind, just urging me to look behind. He drove himself into her still and became aware how slick the cunt pussylicking had become. Only that they were unbeatable in battle by mortal men, as unbeatable as an hawk was to a mouse. “Taylor, where SapphicErotica were you and what fingering were you doing?” Mom says, her voice rising. “We’ll just have to hope that the lights in the club aren’t too bright.” He replied. Have some tea.”