My own zipper rasped. My wife’s tits swayed, plump and round, her dusky nipples fat and hard. XNXX They needed to be controlled, or they would turn into slutty brats. I had two pieces of chicken and devoured a large salad, my wife’s homemade vinaigrette seasoning it to perfection. I slammed hard into my daughter’s cunt. “I’m right here.”
“Mmm, you’re father’s just such a sexy man,” my wife said. They flooded hot down her thighs and soaked her bush. Now she just glared at me and fought with me. “Daddy, I’m so sorry. She looked dazed, her eyes a little unfocused. My hips swayed. My daughter groaned, her eyes squeezed shut. I buried again and again into her. I couldn’t stop fucking her either. My wife called after me, but I couldn’t understand her over the guilt screaming through my veins. “Destroyed?” Mitch asked, giving me a suffering look.
