He fisted his dick. He stared at my daughter with such wolfish hunger in his eyes. He craved her barely legal flesh. They were all such pervs. They wanted my daughter. I would give her to them. She would win. Everyone would know that my daughter was the best. The most beautiful. Most dazzling. I cumshot shuddered, my clit throbbing as Mr. Kennedy's bold tongue flicked over it. My own orgasm built and dad built with his every stroke. “Yes, yes,” I groaned. I stared down at the petite hunky Black man feasting on me. “Oh, I'm gonna cum Hardcore in your mouth.” teen “Good,” he growled. doggystyle “But not as hard as you'll cum on my cock.” “Anything so my daughter wins!” I moaned. He chuckled. “You can tell yourself any lies you want about why you want to ride my big dick.” I shuddered. I was just doing this for my daughter. I was a good wife. A good mother. She hugged me and squeezed my backside. My conscious mind must have been fading as well, because I was replying back, cumshot “Harder,” “More,” and teen “Fuck me,” without even realizing it. She moaned and retched at the taste of her cum coated gag. And her voice was very shaky, as she said, "You'd only be doing me a big favor. “Nah, I don’t think so. Both Jon and I are not sure which one of us Mireille is asking, “Are you watching? “So, what do I doggystyle do?” “Wait, have you blown Phil?” dad Mike watched as Hardcore her breasts were bouncing in rhythm to his powerful thrusts while she arched her body up and down to reach Rob’s cock and maximize Mike’s petite penetration. It was slowly but surely getting harder. "Ten minutes?