Chloe began a vicious pumping rhythm, fucking me just as I had seen her doing to Katrina
. I was simply overwhelmed by the discovery that my daughter was an active, rampant lesbian – aggressive and domineering, and far more assured and experienced than I was even at the age of twenty-five, never mind at sixteen. My daughter leaned over me, and I couldn’t help my own lesbian nature – my eyes were inexorably drawn to the high pointy jut of her breasts (like me, she was an early developer and already a big girl in the bust department) and the erect nipples at their peaks, and my pussy flushed hot and wet at the sight of the alluring naked teen-girl flesh suspended above me
. . "It's a fucking bomb factory you dopey cunts," I says and I saw the bearded fucker move like he had ideas about drawing a gun or summat, anyway the towel was off and I smacked that fucker right in the chops with the splined end of the half shaft, he screamed like a stuck pig and fell off of his chair
Chloe began a vicious pumping rhythm, fucking me just as I had seen her doing to Katrina
. I was simply overwhelmed by the discovery that my daughter was an active, rampant lesbian – aggressive and domineering, and far more assured and experienced than I was even at the age of twenty-five, never mind at sixteen. My daughter leaned over me, and I couldn’t help my own lesbian nature – my eyes were inexorably drawn to the high pointy jut of her breasts (like me, she was an early developer and already a big girl in the bust department) and the erect nipples at their peaks, and my pussy flushed hot and wet at the sight of the alluring naked teen-girl flesh suspended above me
. . "It's a fucking bomb factory you dopey cunts," I says and I saw the bearded fucker move like he had ideas about drawing a gun or summat, anyway the towel was off and I smacked that fucker right in the chops with the splined end of the half shaft, he screamed like a stuck pig and fell off of his chair
Chloe began a vicious pumping rhythm, fucking me just as I had seen her doing to Katrina
. I was simply overwhelmed by the discovery that my daughter was an active, rampant lesbian – aggressive and domineering, and far more assured and experienced than I was even at the age of twenty-five, never mind at sixteen. My daughter leaned over me, and I couldn’t help my own lesbian nature – my eyes were inexorably drawn to the high pointy jut of her breasts (like me, she was an early developer and already a big girl in the bust department) and the erect nipples at their peaks, and my pussy flushed hot and wet at the sight of the alluring naked teen-girl flesh suspended above me
. . "It's a fucking bomb factory you dopey cunts," I says and I saw the bearded fucker move like he had ideas about drawing a gun or summat, anyway the towel was off and I smacked that fucker right in the chops with the splined end of the half shaft, he screamed like a stuck pig and fell off of his chair
A Quick But Intense Blistering