Harris had an amazing amount of self-control, but his daughter tested every bit of it. Indian sex Softly. The heat in her room was turned up, both to accommodate her nudity and to make her uncomfortable. She would. And so Akira, crying softly, closed her big gold eyes briefly- Daddy liked to see her eyes when she was being used- and thrust her aching little pussy up, forcing another inch of her Daddy inside her. When she was compliant, she pleased him in ways that a 55 year old man could normally only dream of. Harris thought he might be able to fix the mess Akira may have made, but in the meantime he intended to make sure she’d never do it again. Do you understand, baby?”
“Yes,” she half spoke, half breathed, nodding and pulling her hands away. Listening to them talk made Harris both proud and hard.
