Drunk Sex Orgy: Drunk whores getting screwed in public

I knew that feeling, because I felt it too. I was feeling it right then. I was going to fuck my daughter Hardcore in the ass, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. “Make her scream, Daddy.” Josie moaned in my ear, caressing my cock, “And when she begs you to stop, just keep fucking her.” “Yes.” I whispered, then grabbed Josie by the hair, threw her bodily on top of her sister, and with nothing more than her and Kelsey’s saliva to lubricate me, I drove my cock into her tight little asshole. My thick Brunette meat stretched open her muscled ring, turning her pink rim into a tight white circle that hugged my reaming girth until I was buried inside her vile channel, the smooth bore of it clenching around me in the rigidity of pain. Her ass pillowed around my crotch, the cheeks molding around me, the plush fat filling every hollow between us until I was one with her, just like in the arcade. Rolls of her alabaster skin creased her lower back, casting shadows down the exaggerated arch of her spine, it’s parabolic rise ending at her head, tilted back to expose the upturned face staring back at me. The shock that lit up her expression was exquisite. Her eyes bulged, her mouth gaped open, and her gaunt cheeks were flushed with the precursor of a scream. It came. High and unbridled, pain and pleasure, horror and joy in kind. I took a grip of her platinum hair so that she public was forced to look back at me, and I stared into her eyes as I pulled out, then plunged into my daughter’s sweet shithole again, and again, and again. JOSIE The roots of my hair sung alight with pain as he pulled harder with every ferocious thrust, making my eyes water, blurring his snarling visage. My back was thrown into a concave arch, and it felt like he was trying to snap it in two. It might’ve been a mercy for another woman if he had, for that other woman wouldn’t then have to feel the forceful filling of her rectum, the hot piece of meat sodomizing her like it was trying to stab its way into her belly. Good thing I wasn’t another woman. The signals shooting up my distorted spine were of terrible pain, but the mind they were filtered through was a corrupt and depraved translator, and the pain was absolutely decadent. Daddy grinned blonde at me from beneath his brow, his blue eyes sparkling with the same evil that had infected me that fateful night. That kind of evil that reveled in the heinous and perverse, that wanted only to delve deeper. I knew he had it in him. We had to have gotten it from someone. “Take it, you fucking slut!” He growled, pressing down on my lower back, “Fuck your sister like the depraved trash you are!” My legs opened around Kelsey’s, and I felt her slide against the press of our bodies until our crotches were aligned, the familiar heat of her cunt radiating into mine, the wet texture of her delicate flesh smooshing repulsively with every thrust from my father, forcing our slits together. The sappy secretion of our arousal braided between our abused lips, forming bridges of lust that spanned our flushed petals. Her heart fluttered against my breast, her excitement beating in cadence with my own, her breath on my neck, hot and fast, her covetous lips sucking upon the vulnerable bow of my throat. Her clit found mine, the beads throbbing and aching, rubbing together every time Daddy forced his way into my ass. She held my hands behind my back, ensconcing my vulnerability, playing on Daddy’s team until he inevitably turned the tables on her. We’d played our fair share of missionary tricks on him today; I guessed it was only fair that he got even. “Daddy, stop!” I screamed, tears running down my cheeks. He laughed, doggy style the sound void of any love, filled only with a cruelty that made my pussy drip. He pulled harder on my hair, exaggerating the curve of my back, pressing me into Kelsey like an inverted spoon. I hardly noticed. When she was satisfied I had done enough, she pulled my face to hers doggy style and kissed me, thanking me for doing what she asked. “Good. Larry didn't exactly have the same reputation, but it was commonly known that he was Ben's right arm. As I use to public always go there to look around. When she looked at him, he cocked his head to the side and said, “Are you expecting company?” When she shook her head no, he said, “I thought I heard someone at the door. Many of the ladies gave me a kiss on the cheek as they poured themselves a cup of coffee to take for the trip. As he left and entered the parking lot, several sailors surrounded him and proceeded to threaten and harass him. I was wide open, my lips forming a seal around the blonde circumference of his shaft. "Abbie died... it was a Brunette car accident." “Does it matter if my motivations aren't pure? I knew now from experience that once I got a full fist into me the painful stretch would lessen somewhat when my body was able close around the wrist. Up and down. Immediately she reacted negatively. “Where do you want it?” I groaned. Then threw the pack back in the car before locking it. Molly told her father while still slightly out of breath "and yeah, we can continue." His cum ran out my punished ass, dripped down missionary the back of my balls, and dripped to the bedding below. “Yeah, but look Hardcore at the guys trying to pick us up. "Are you OK with all that?" You were cute and you seem to really care about people.