“Spank her pussy!”
My husband froze for a second, his hand about to fall. xnx CRACK! “Why did you not clean it up?”
“We’re still baking!” my daughter answered, giving me a defiant look. Her hands were rubbing at her stomach. “Mmm, maybe tonight. “Naughty sluts have to be punished!”
My husband’s broad hand swung down almost like a golf swing. She had her black hair falling in a braid down her back. It was a red crystal. She cried out in orgasmic rapture. “Enjoy punishing her,” my wife purred, hugging me tight as my dick marinated in our daughter’s pussy. “We had to make cupcakes,” said my daughter, looking up, apprehension on her pale face. Chicken fine with you?”
“Yeah, sure,” I said. I thrust three fingers into my sopping cunt. She never did anything right.
