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  • “No, Daddy. This is a virgin anal cunt. I’ve threesome been saving it.” She slipped a finger up inside her pussy. “You get to own it completely. And eat it. Raw and cooked!” Dave managed to pull his stare away from his daughter’s amazing body and look at Beth, his wife, his eyes an obvious mix of confusion and permission-seeking. Beth looked down before speaking, down at Dave’s now-open-fronted bathrobe where his big cock stood proud and loud, it’s tip shiny with a healthy dribble of precum. “It’s Blonde up to you, dear,” Beth said. She’s your daughter. You own her. And she’s certainly more than willing.” Beth cut her husband a lot of slack; after all, he could have cooked up her, Beth, years ago but didn’t because she just really didn’t want to go that route. Let me bear you a couple of daughters instead she had told him. Daughters always being a likely brunette outcome of child creation given whatever it was that happened to the gene pool several years back. Indeed that’s how cannibalism got its firm hold: babe way too many births turned out girls and so slaughtering them helped cull the herd, helped toward some of the old gender balance. Male-dominated balance, as it blowjob should be. Or so was the common – and legislative - view. Dave looked back at his cutey-pie. I groan from the pleasure. All three collapsed in a heap, exhausted blowjob and spent. “A candle collector?” “Is it my turn yet daddy?” I did not want to waste time and planted Blonde brunette some niceties in her mind, Yes, yes, please stick it in there. The two succubi held each other for a moment longer, and then separated, their violet eyes threesome staring their love. At one point Vicky was nearly stood up on anal the Bronco balancing by holding onto the lad’s head. Well, he had knocked babe over one of the lawn chairs and had to look on his face like he was up to no good. Didja know over there they’re real crazy ‘bout hand sanitizer and cleanliness, and like, wearing those medical-looking face-masks that block germs in public when colds are going around?” Finally, panting and almost in hysterics, Mike giggled, "If I only had a towel I would throw it in." And then, "If you don't stop, in just about one minute I'm gonna be pissing all over your floor. She screamed louder and I clasped my hand over mouth. He asked about the missing two, the reservation was for 16.