“Daddy?” I asked. “I’m only eighteen.”
“Shit.”
I sucked the tip of his cock into my mouth as Daddy pulled off my dress completely. Bhabhi sex Daddy led me into the middle of the theater. I blinked in shock, staring at the dick, wondering what was going on. I was sure he had all manner of wicked things we could do. Daddy said grace. I didn’t know what made them stag or blue, but I was eager to see other people fucking. There were several great drive-ins. My eyes were locked on the screen. “You are such a sinful whore,” Daddy growled, clutching my leg possessively. And then Daddy stood up. He came on them, painting both their faces. “Sin churns your cunt to a froth, harlot,” groaned Daddy. I ripped my hands out from beneath my skirt and smoothed them as Mother turned around, a big smile on her face. It was so hot.
