“Mommy and Daddy’s sex doll, to please us. Sometimes Harris increased his own pleasure by denying her, and grew harder at the sound of her voice- soft, breathy, throaty for a girl so small, like her mothers. Indian sex Harris groaned and pushed a little, not much, letting the head rest inside her unused pussy. Her eyes were still half closed and glazed, the way they always were when she was in a frenzy, so Harris grasped her and asked more firmly, “Please, what, Akira?”
She blinked in confusion and stammered, “I- Daddy- huh?”
He smiled a little, her beauty pleasing him as always, the flush turning her amber skin into a tawny glow. Her cries grew louder, no longer yelling Daddy, but incomprehensible pleading. She was so soft… her glowing caramel skin yeilding under his white hand. He pushed further inside her, feeling the indescribable sensation of moist heat and tight, fresh walls, resisting him, breaking under his hardness, the friction.
