Party Animals
It felt egregiously domestic but simultaneously perfect.
“Mama, are you sure you don’t want more to eat?” I asked skeptically.
“Nah, I’m good. I had a chicken breast and kale. I’m straight, homie. Oooo, it’s a commercial break; time to do squats,” Zoe announced. She discarded her plate on the coffee table and jumped to her feet. I watched in a trance as she completed her squats, and I didn’t have to wonder where she got the stamina to ride my dick. I was aching for her as she squatted low to the ground and brought her ass back up again. “Daddy, are you being a pervert?” she asked suddenly, snatching my attention away from her ass.
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