I was naughty, and they punished me. Indian hot sex Time vanished. Pleasure rippled through my body. I gasped, a gurgling moan rising in my throat. I wanted to be used over and over. I nursed hard on my daddy’s dick. The pleasure rippled through me. I tried to speak, but only mushy sounds came out, my tongue flailing around in my mouth. She wiggled it deep, searching around inside of me. I whimpered, more drool leaking out of my gagged mouth. I didn’t know what it was. “She’s ready for you, Father.”
“Mmm, good,” Daddy said. “And a hot mouth, woman,” he growled, his hands grabbing my head. He was a tall man with short, black hair. “Young lady! This day couldn’t get any better. “You keep being a naughty whore, and we’ll have to keep punishing you.”
“Mmm, yes.” Mommy’s tongue fluttered against my clit. My cunt drank in the sensation. To use me. It was a rising tide of rapture. My nubs tingled. The euphoria bliss surged through me.
