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“Oh, Sean,” she groaned, her thighs rubbing together, stockings rasping and whispering together. I grinned at him. Pornhub Whenever I came in to bring drinks or snacks, it felt so intense in there. He grabbed them, massaged them. It’s three days until Daddy fucks me. I let out a hissing snarl, about to tear into her. How could Dad resist her nubile body? Large. That I would get some sort of hail Mary. shorter than any she’d worn all week. “Mmm-hmm,” I moaned. I felt confidence swell. I massaged my little bud, drinking in all the delight. Her blouse and bra were stretched over my hands. You earned it. She was sitting at the conference room, staring at the papers spread out before her. He was reading a thick bundle of papers, maybe a bill or something. I brushed her bra straps as I worked her bare skin. “What?”
“I’ll be pregnant with Daddy’s child, d’oh.” I grinned at him, my pussy clenching. My hips wiggled from side to side, stirring my pussy around his cock as I bottomed out on him. Her eyes fluttered. He was such a handsome man. “No, it’s not,” she answered with a taunting emoji at the end. On the tip of her dark, glistening finger was a bead of milky cum. His fingers twitched. My body felt so exposed. She’d given me a foundation, but it wasn’t enough. I threw it open, bursting into the main office.