Shayad wo ab zyada garam ho chuki thi or baar baar mera lund pakad kar choot ki or kheench rahi thi maine anty ko khada kiya or unko bola, randi saali...tujhe to kutiya banake chodoonga or use kuttiya ki tarah khada kar ke uski choot ke oopar mere lund ko pherne laga. Wo bahut garam ho gayi thi boli, bhosdi ke maje mat le meri choot main aag lagrahi hai tere lund ko daal meri choot main or is aaj thandi karde mare raja.Maine bina der kiye apne lund ko choot par sata kar ek jordaar jhatka mara or. ..” Frieda was answering and fidgeting and smiling. She definitely had a crush.“Cute?” Kirk raised a semi-serious eyebrow.“I mean, he could be like 30, right?” Frieda blushed when she asked that. That raised Kirk’s eyebrow in a serious manner. “Or 40? I dunno. Old.”“40’s old is it?” The forty eight year old man grabbed his daughter and they fought till they were both laughing.“Yeah, most people don’t get undead like you.” Frieda was overcoming the laughter when she finally pushed her father. "And do you know what? I'm going to make it harder."She bent down and gave his rigid dick a long, lingering kiss, something she had been aching to do since she started stripping for him. Licking her way up his shaft, she kissed the head and rubbed it all around her mouth and face before letting him watch it slowly disappear between her bright pink lips. Deeper and deeper the cock went until it touched the back of her mouth. Her lips hugged the shaft as she sucked and let her tongue caress his. As the kiss gets deeper and deeper, he pushes me up against the wall, his hands going under my dress. I sigh as his hands grab my ass and pull me closer. His fingers finding their way into my very wet pussy. I moan against his mouth, telling him to please fuck me. My hands finding his belt and undoing it and his pants. He moans, grabbing my ass and lifting me. I wrap my legs around him as he enters me, softly at first. I tell him that I want him to fuck me and fuck me hard. He doesn’t.