But there was no other word than fucking to describe what he did to Donna Paxtor. Her bottom rippled every time Father slammed into her. It made an ob...cene, slapping sound, joining her voice.Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, the cheating wife had hissed, her breasts pillowed across my father's mahogany desk, a gift from the church only last year.Watching my father sin with Donna awakened lusts inside my body. I had sexual desires before that day, but they were tiny. My heart would flutter for a cute boy. It was so hot. My pussy clenched down on Edvard's cock. The friction surged through me. Stars danced before my eyes as my pleasure swelled through me.I couldn't take much more.My daughter gasped in my delight. She moaned into my mouth. Her tongue fluttered in my mouth, dancing with it. Her body clung to me. She was cumming. I made her orgasm on her first time. I clutched her tight, reveling in this moment.It sent me over the edge.“Yes!” I howled, breaking our kiss. “Oh, yes, yes!”My pussy. "Today it's almost impossible to tell how developed a girl is with all the devices they can use under their clothes." I... I don't... I don't wear anything under my clothes!" the fourteen-year-old girl blurted out with a blush. "And everybody says I'm a fully developed woman! Would you... would you take pictures of me... nude?"Scott Nelson felt his balls tighten into knots as he stared at the young girl. Was she serious, he asked himself? Christ, the trouble they could get into if they were. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK.“If you weren’t so naughty, I wouldn’t have to do this,” he scolds.SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK.“But when your behavior so blatantly demands a spanking, you know I’m all too happy to give one to you.”Tears fall now, and I cry out missing the layer of protection my skimpy panties afforded me as I long for a time when they weren’t falling around my knees. He shifts focus to my sit spots and my shrieks reach a crescendo.“Please, sir. I’m sorry.”“Oh, I know you are,.