“Now,” Tonya said as I let go of Chantelle’s hand. Her mother tugged off her jeans, a pair of white panties beneath. Anal sex She kissed me again, this time on the slit, her mother nodding encouragements. The pressure swelled and swelled. I loved this bliss. My spunk painted ropy lines across their faces. Their spunk ran down their faces. “Now,” Tonya said as I let go of Chantelle’s hand. “Oh, Mr. She had fat, dark-pink nipples, her areolas ovoids. “And I know how to make love to my daddy,” cooed the eighteen-year-old girl trembling beneath me. It would be fantastic. She trembled there, looking up at me. I think she needs to be eaten out by my daddy. Beside us, her mother and my daughter moaned as they devoured the other’s pussy. I groaned as the pleasure rushed down my shaft. I groaned, savoring that heat shooting through me. Blushing, she thrust her arms up into the air. “Oh, Mom,” she gasped as I licked at her pussy. “I have to go.”
“You have yourself a great day, Mrs.
