I groaned, my futa-dick throbbing for the incestuous delights of my daughter’s cunt. Ooh, yes. She’s the one doing the squirting.”
“I bet,” Hosannah laughed. My hands moved, shoving up her t-shirt. “Mom, I’m twenty. I sat in the passenger seat of the news van in the parking lot of St. Then she blinked. I shivered, her lips drawing up it, her sandy-blonde hair spilling about her face. Jenna, when your mother says futa, that’s when we’ll start the pull out and when I want you to just go to town on her dick.”
“I can do that!” Jenna beamed. I’m your fluffer now. They’re called futas.”
“So good,” Jenna whimpered, her pussy clenching down on my dick. “Yes!” Luka moaned, trembling, her eyes wide as she came on my daughter’s mouth. Rita mentioned that. Ooh, yes, let’s get into position.”
“How do you want us?” I groaned, my daughter’s pussy sucking out the last drops. An exploration of the forbidden. “Mom!” she groaned, her pussy still convulsing on my dick.
