I kissed her with hunger. I trembled when we swept into the hotel, my veil rustling and my dress swaying, Mommy and I clinging to Daddy. xnx When we headed not to home, but to a fancy hotel suite. Our honeymoon was going to have to wait. Her milk tasted so good. Darkness settled around me. “It is a symbol of your binding promise to always be her loving daddy. I whimpered and groaned. Her tongue caressed over my hymen and brushed my clit. I stroked her pussy lips. I was their bride. Tall and broad shoulder. “It is a symbol of your binding promise to always be her loving daddy. So similar to the one Mommy wore. I licked my lips, loving the sight of his muscular body coming into view. It had been so many years since I weaned her as a baby.




















