I looked up at him, my eyeliner smudged under my eyes, my breasts out and bouncing with each thrust into my mouth. As long as its not incest who cares! My husbands father then pulled at my waist and pulled me closer to him, spreading my legs as he did so. We sat down in his living room, the cushions on the couch plumped to perfection and a small of gardenia filling the air. Bet you in the southern states. I pulled off my pants and started stroking my cock.
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