“Mmm,” she purred, leaning down. Indian sex Pam did. Her fingers caressed her twat the way Clint’s stroked mine. Above it all, I felt my dad watching me. He leaned back in his chair. I shuddered in delight, my eyes flicking across the room at them. Pleasure burned through my mind. “This is how a stud makes a woman cum!”
“Yes,” I whimpered and joined her. “Master!” she moaned as she bottomed out on my cock. It had layers of lacy petticoats sewn to the inside to give her outfit a frilly delight. Her moans sang around the room. I smiled. I loved digging my fingers into her breasts. My orgasm built and built. Her juicy, incestuous twat massaged me. Amber mewled. My pigtails danced as I pleasured Clint’s dick. I should have owned her body the way Clint owned his sisters.
