Now, do you want to tell me to fuck your daughter's tiny ass? I mashed four fingers into myself and drummed on my clit with the thumb as my other hand clamped down on my nipple.

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His eyes gravitated to my fingers, enmeshed in my glistening cunt.

Jeremy spoke: "While we men talk, you suck him off." Without thinking, I passed the phone to Dominic and then shifted down the length of his body to pull out his cock.

"Hello, Jessica." All I could hear was heavy breathing, and a wet, rhythmic slapping sound and what sounded like the suction of lips. This is Susanne ..." I heard a male voice: "Get off that dick and ask your mommy, bitch." Interesting. My daughter can stay out, as long as she calls." "Well, we'll be sure that she gets home by morning. Or can you tell me to fuck your daughter's little asshole?

I felt my hand slip inside my bathrobe and run across my nipples. " "I'm sure that it would be alright with him, Jeremy." "The thing is, we're running out of condoms, and your daughter can only swallow so much cum.

Seeing that they were both asleep, I didn't even bother to close my robe.

Still hearing the sounds of my daughter Jessica being fucked at both ends, I tried to whisper: "Dominic, the phone is for you." My husband opened his eyes, glancing up and down my naked form.

) As I waited for the dog's thick cock to unknot from my ass and slowly came down from another orgasm, I opened my eyes and stared across the kitchen floor: in the living room, someone was fucking my youngest daughter on the couch, but I couldn't quite make out who it was.

Sliding my face across the slick of spit and cum on the linoleum, I tried to get a better look, but the little whore kept thrashing around.

Didn't look like her father, at least not from this angle. Now I started wondering where my husband might have gotten off to. He's probably out there selling tickets to the neighbors. This is Jeremy, your daughter's boyfriend." I didn't know of anyone named Jeremy.