Jenny was still crying quietly. desi sex Embarrassed, Jenny tried to hold back her squeals of pleasure, but failed once again. Her daddy brought his head down beside hers and he said reassuringly, “It’s okay baby. I’m your little whore,” she said between teary gasps. It is the same mindset with which the Native Americans used the buffalo that lives on today in the relationship between Jenny and her father. Finally, she came down. And… it was glorious. Both Jenny and her father were panting loudly, covered in a layer of sweat. She trembled as a single tear flowed down her cheek. She felt his raging erection against her pulpy cunt mound as he grabbed her shoulder with his strong hand and began to push. Jenny swung her head side to side, crying hysterically as the clear liquid was forcibly injected into her bulging titty.
