DDD: Daddies Dirty Desire
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He alternated deep thrusts — sliding into Rachel’s pussy, then into Mia’s, while they held hands and moaned his name.
“Look how wet your daughter gets when I fuck you, Mommy,” he said, voice rough. “And how tight she is when I switch to her.”
The dirty talk made both women even wetter. They came again and again under his control, bodies shaking, completely lost in the filthy pleasure of sharing Daddy.
By the end of the weekend they were sore, marked, and dripping with his cum, but the craving was stronger than ever. Mother and daughter had never felt so owned, so used, and so addicted.