she looked at me over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling. How she used to be before her mother ruined her. XXX It’s not on your head.”
My fingers ran up my sideburns, sweeping past my ears to slide through my short, blond hair, searching for it. I groaned as my daughter’s thong rolled down with it. She was acting sexy, fluttering her eyes at me, being my whore. “You are a fucking piece of shit!” I snarled at him. Traffic was light, crossing the road between us and the studio. And there were so many nasty things I’d seen. “Right?”
He nodded again, trembling. Her toenails were painted a whorish shade of red. Normally, that mouth just spewed abuse at me. The pleasure burned through me as I pumped over and over into her. Her tongue caressed my cock’s crown.
