Sweat and saliva and the hot breath on my neck were the background of my daughter’s joy as she bucked her hips and filled my ears with her passion, a long cry of wordless ecstasy, completion, fulfillment as her Daddy buried his cock deep inside her and filled her up with his love. Indian porn sex Squeezing arms around my daughter’s body, I felt her chest rise and fall in faint gasps, listened to her heartbeat race as her Daddy pushed against her slit. I hadn’t left any lights on in the hall, and I didn’t think I could hold her up with one hand. Like a vessel bobbing on a becalmed sea, we drifted in hazy static, panting, my daughter’s arms wrapped around my neck in an iron grip as if afraid of drowning. Shae was drifting happily, head pressed against my shoulder and wearing a satisfied smile. She wanted to do all the work. Shae was light as a feather. Tonight we had enjoyed dinner and a movie before settling down to pummel each other in Smash Brothers, and I had long since lost track of time. Our gazes locked, and I pulled at her arms to lean her down toward me.
