It pooled in me, giving me this heady rush. Indian Sex I breathed in that lavender scent and lowered my mouth. “I plan on it.”
I settled down between my daughter’s thighs. “I bet Rafaela has that top in her closet still,” said Ingrid. Oh, Ingrid, that’s so good. There had to be more in her. I nursed out more cum from the depths of her twat. Please, please, let me have a futa-cock.”
“Well, we just have to go to my lab and whip some up. I thought she was a girl, but she was really a boy in drag. I stared up at Mom, her red hair framing her flushed face, her large tits jiggling. I crossed myself, muttering to the Virgin Mary to intercede with her Divine Son on my behalf. Was my daughter whoring around? Your pussy… “Luckily, I can.”
I squealed in laughter at her playful lips and tongue. I gulped it all down, my dick throbbing harder and harder. I buffed off the sour flavor of my butt, my cunt clenching.
