“Where did you get these, Dad?” Your voice suddenly taking on a more serious tone. Then, I felt the head of my cock enclosed in the hot, wet warmth of your mouth. Mature sex Until then. As you spoke, I casually coiled the length of your ponytail around my hand, a little more tightly this time. The bodice clung snugly to your torso, accenting the budding swells of your breasts, the skirt flared out in perfectly creased pleats. “Wait till you see this one.”
I launched the next clip. My cock rose up from my groin like a creature that had been rudely awakened. Yours coming from the Lenovo, mine from the very core of my body. You accept. You’ve shared it with others, so don’t you dare feign embarrassment with me, you little, fucking slut!” Your eyes were wide with hurt, disbelief and outright terror. The player winked out and disappeared, but just as quickly, it popped back and there you were again, dressed in the cotton nightgown, reaching for the
