Then his hands pressed beneath my skirt. “Oh, Daddy! Pornhat We’d been up all night fucking. He was a man. He always got so nervous when I teased him about getting turned on by our youngest daughter. I don’t know why I thought this was wrong. My son’s cock. And she was a daddy’s girl. I groaned, so much heat rippling through me. I needed him in me. I whimpered, my legs spread in wanton need. Hands were shaken, hugs exchanged, and chit-chat shared. “Did you get that recipe?”
“Oh, I forgot it,” I said and stepped up to her. Then he drew back. I gulped down that salty and delicious bliss. I could smell the food already laid out, the scents filling the air.
