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"D-Daddy--please, please cum--oh my--cum inside m-me!" "Ugh that's it... take every inch of Daddy's fucking cock," he grunted through clenched teeth as he forced his cock deep inside my gaping pussy. I was ripped wide open and felt his cock spreading me be even wider. "Fuck--you feel too good, my tight whore... you feel too f-fuckin'--ugh, fuck. Daddy's gonna cum inside you. Daddy's going to breed my good fucking whore!" "Fuck--Daddy!" I gasped as the fucking sped up to a sprint and my thighs shook like an Earthquake as my orgasm peaked and Daddy kept fucking me like a piece of meat.

I arched my back. “Your pinky buds will make you ejaculate,” He said, taking one nipple in his mouth. “Daddy….” I moaned when he pinched and bite together both nipples. “Ohhhh not” I moaned when his covered hard member touched my bare pussy. He started dry thrusting on my bare skin. “Hubbbyyyy” I moaned while cumming. He was still suckling my nipples. “Now sleep, princess,” Daddy said, removing his dick from his pant.

This is wrong, so wrong, but all I want is Daddy to spill his delicious seed into my aching pussy! Daddy turns me around on the seat, giving us both a view of the two girls fucking each other in his p**n. I sit down on him reverse cowgirl, Daddy's dick hitting a whole new intense angle. His shaft slides gloriously along my g-spot, his head reaching further down, nestling deep inside me. I lean backwards against him and Daddy's hands go to my tits. He squeezes roughly, gripping them with digging fingers as he plows his hips into my tiny cunt.

“Daddy… it feels so good… it's stretching me… nngh! I’m so wet for both of you… please use me!” “On the desk, legs wide open like the whore you are,” Daddy commanded. I obeyed instantly, lying back and spreading my thighs obscenely wide, exposing my tender, leaking pussy completely. Both men stood over me, cocks out and hard… Daddy’s familiar thick, veiny long and the dean’s… not very long but thick. Daddy went first. He slammed into my aching pussy with one brutal, possessive thrust, making me scream in raw pleasure. “Fuuuuck, Daddy! Yes… nngh! Fill me deeply! You’re so big!”

DaddyBigDick796: Are you waiting for me babygirl? “Yes, Daddy,” I moaned, tilting my hips so the camera caught every slick inch of my spread-open cunt, my inner walls fluttering visibly on screen. “I’m so fucking horny. Look how wet I am for you, my pussy lips are all swollen and shiny, dripping down to my asshole. I’ve been playing with it for hours thinking about your cock.” DaddyBigDick796: Now let daddy play with that little pussy. Spread them wider. I whimpered loud and obeyed right away, pulling my knees back until my pussy was stretched obscenely open, my hole winking at the camera as more slick juice leaked out.

One of his big hands slid under my skirt and cupped my bare, soaked pussy. Two thick fingers pushed inside me without warning, curling against my G-spot. I cried out, hips jerking forward. “Fuck, she’s drenched,” Daddy announced to the others. “This hole has been aching for family cock for years. Boys, girls—strip. Let your sister see what she’s earned.”

This time I would be riding Daddy while Carter fucked me in the ass and I blew Max. I straddled Daddy and gripped his cock. I held him up, my pregnant pussy so eager for this delight. Three cocks at once. This would be a first for me. Mom was recording it all. This would make such a hot video. I could not wait for family movie night. "That's it," Dad said. He was such a hunk who showed me I wasn't a dyke. I loved cocks, too. Especially his. I smiled at Daddy and pressed my pussy into his shaft. I slid up him and shuddered at the heat. Delight washed through me, my clit sparking against him. I climbed up his shaft and found the tip of his dick. I pushed down him.

“That’s a good boy. You’re daddy’s little slut, aren’t you?” I paused, did I hear correctly? I turned back to his study and opened the door; the scene that was waiting behind that door made my mouth slack with shock. My Dad was leaning against his mahogany table and a man was crouched in front him, his dick in his mouth. A man! Is my Dad……gay? I must have made a sound because they jolted apart, my Dad trying to adjust himself. Wait….is that Finn? My boyfriend?

With a deep groan, he inserted a finger inside her. "Wrong answer." "Holy shit!" She trembled, hands reaching out to stop him but he only worked his way inside her. Her eyes closed in defeat as her entire body shook on his finger in deep tremors that came one after the other. "Do i need to remind you the easy way or the hard way Piccola?" "Daddy." She blurted out seconds later and a smirk grazed his lips. "Good girl." He released his fingers from her folds leaving her bare and slowly made his way back to her chests. There, he forcefully ripped out the lace that held her breasts and fondled with it.

He proved to be a great listener I wondered two days in if he’d ever wake up. This morning I went through the routine when my mom called me and our conversation ended up in her cussing at Peter because, in her words, he is a 'dirty man whore' Now I went into my newfound hobby of gazing at the man in my bed. I'd giving him a name too, Kel, after my dog I had when I was eleven. I couldn't still place where he was from because he didn't look American one bit and now that I think about it neither did those men.