As I wiped myself I winced, my pussy was sore and hurting from the all day fuckathon Daddy had treated me to. You want me to fist fuck you?” Tori asked coyly. I kept my mouth latched on to Mommy’s nipple and drank as much milk as I could. I leaned down and slurped the nipple closest to me up into my mouth, latching quickly. “You like watching your Momma get fisted?” Tori asked me conversationally as if her daughter wasn’t fist fucking my Mommy and she wasn’t currently trying to screw her whole hand into my cunt. When the gushing finally stopped my body went limp. “Oh girls! He said nothing to me as he reached around me for a bottle on the counter. She held the door open wide and gestured us inside. Satisfied that her daughter was taking care of their guest Tori jammed her fingers into me again. I loved the way her plump tit felt on my face and mouth.
