Becky’s hair danced loosely about her shoulders, tousled by our night of passion. Xnxx I held her hips as she moaned, her voice echoing through the Impala’s half-rebuilt engine compartment. My daughter’s pussy writhed about my cock. Then they attacked each other. There was no one up at all. “Hey, honey.”
“Hey, stud,” she said, a throaty quality to her voice. I groaned, her pussy molten around my cock. “Mmm, just love Daddy’s cum and get us some yummy breakfast. “Oh, no, Daddy needs his breakfast, too!” Becky said. We kicked ass in Fortnite yesterday, teaming up and unleashing ourselves on the internet. “It’s more than naughty! The bed creaked behind me. Sam must be passed out in her room.”
Dad nodded his head. I grinned at the hot sight, their lips meeting, kissing. It was easier this way.
