Did she know we fucked her? Bhabhi I cleared my throat. Mmm, you pumped so much cum into our daughter’s virgin snatch. She wiped the moisture onto our daughter’s puckered sphincter. Those panties were clutched in her hand. My dick, the tip rubbing on my daughter’s bed, ached to fuck her. I wrote my reports without really knowing what I was typing. Betty made sure she took her medication. She’s like her mother.”
“I know. I can’t wait to cum again.”
“I’m getting close,” I groaned, the friction building the pressure in my balls. She gave a wicked giggle and cocked her finger to me, inviting me to gaze at our daughter. When had I turned into this lecher waiting to prey on my daughter. Everyone does it.”
“Even you, Daddy?” A mischievous smile popped across her lips. I swallowed.
