Daddy’s fingers found my nipple and twisted the aching bud. Indian hot sex I gasped out in rapture as Daddy massaged my clit. Mommy’s blue eyes fell on me. Daddy’s incestuous passion flooded my anal sheath. You couldn’t tell that there was this depression until you were almost on it. I drew back my hips and gasped as the tip of Daddy’s slick cock pressed into my butt-crack. The mountains slopes passed us, tress golden with their falling leaves. This wonderful pleasure surged out of me, spilling through me. All these wonderful sensations built and built in me. Sparks flew from my clit. My hips wiggled back and forth. Incestuous Bedtime Tale
(An Incestuous Harem Story)
Chapter Five: Daughter’s Incestuous Toy
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2019
Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this! I groaned and squirmed, humping back against him as he feasted on me. So much delight buzzed through me. I sank to my knees. Nothing more. “Daddy! This heat surged through me. You couldn’t tell that there was this depression until you were almost on it. They were brother and sister. I darted my tongue through the folds Mommy’s pussy. His tongue popped into my bowels. Such a delight. She gripped me as she licked her lips, pink and plump and beautiful.
