Steamy Pegging with a Sexy Expectant Mistress

A sensation of pleasure mingled with rough, enraged throbbing. 21sextury This will hurt worse than if you did it yourself. “Oh, yeah, yesterday. I’m fucking done.”
We gazed at her with emotionless stares, wondering why she didn’t leave the room. One of his hands wandered down, and running his fingers over my pussy lips, he tested my wetness. The events struck me as passing in no time, but over twenty minutes had elapsed when his seed filled my throat and mouth. The bedsheet’s fabric was soft, my father’s muscles were rock hard, his chest hair grazed my belly as he sucked on my medium-sized titties. Taking his flaccid peter in my mouth and clutching the shaft tight with my hand. Possessing almost an angry energy, Drake used me. Over the past few months, I’d come to consider kissing as tongues dancing, and ours did. Closing his eyes, Daddy moved his face close to mine, so close, the heat from his skin warmed my own flesh. Putting his beer on the top of the bureau, he snubbed out the smoke in an ashtray he’d carried into my room, turned to me, and gave me the biggest grin. For a moment, the pain subsided, and I pressed down. “I should return the favor,” I said. As my father made a meal of me, my hips lurched, back arched, rising off the bed, using my head as a support, I undulated, writhing in a rutting jumble of emotion and physical joy.