She wrapped her legs around me. Indian sex My cock popped out. “Gods, yes,” I panted, my balls now empty. I want to fuck my daddy.”
Her father groaned. “How wet are you?” I asked, sauntering to her. I shuddered, savoring every thrust into her bowels. She sounded shocked. She wore a tight blouse that molded to her small breasts. Warm and soft as silk. Then I pulled away. I groaned as I sank my weight down on her. Her juices soaked me. They splashed across my thoughts. I could make any woman wet. I suckled on her. I shuddered, savoring the delight of fucking this sexy, motherly woman with my sister. “The ones you shared with your dead husband.”
“Yes.”
“So, no cock in a while.” I took her hands while her son just struggled to gather himself. She had so much to learn. The captain shuddered as I stood over her. “Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned, her pussy writhing around my dick. She went bare-footed. Her pussy celebrated my
