I bounced on the couch. Daddy buried his cock into me again and again. Indian sex Fuck my pussy and breed me!”
“Yes, Mom!” he groaned and moved after her. “Daddy! You know, bond.” She smiled like she knew something I didn’t. “Then teach me everything, Daddy!”
He kissed me again. His thumb swept up and rubbed my other nub. I shivered and swallowed. He stared at his mother’s back. He kissed at it. My back slammed into the comfy couch cushion. The pleasure swept through me. Shit, yes!”
His throaty groans echoed in the air. “Yes!” June crawled over my lap to reach my husband, her pigtails swaying. “When done right, the woman should want more.”
“And when she does it right, Daddy? Daddy set me down on the bed with care. “Breeding?” I asked her, shocked by this direction.
