Her daddy had cum quite quickly before, and she knew he still had plenty of cum, but by the time he finished shooting into her mouth, she could feel s...me of it overflowing and dripping slowly down toward her chin.Desperate to make her daddy proud, she forced herself to swallow. It was almost impossibly hard not to throw up as the chunk of shit slid down, and it only got worse as the wave of her daddy's cum followed it, thick and salty, coating her throat like seawater-flavored superglue. She. Unka cum nhi nikla tha, ye sirf 3-4 minute hi chala. agle din mera school tha, mei subha uthkar naha dhokar tayyar ho rhi thi black bra, black panty, fir uppar uniform shirt and grey skirt, socks and baal bhi bana liye the bas shoes pehn ne baaki the tab papa aaye…papa: beta jo sab kal hua kaafi galat tha, tum meri beti home: isme galat ki kya baat hei, aapko mazaa nhi aya kya?papa: mei maze ke baare mei nhi bol rha, socho tumhaari mummy ko pata chalega to kya hoga?me: pata kaise chalega ? na. Then his attention refocused to his father with a smile. “They say ‘hello and it’s a pleasure to meet you.’ Apparently, they are big fans of yours.”Raymond smiled and leaned back in the chair. “So all those times we have been worried about you on the field, I really didn’t need to worry, huh?” Tim just slightly shook his head no. Raymond suddenly remembered something. “That game when those two asses went for your knees and you needed to come out for a play, were you really hurt?”Tim instantly. Holding him there with a tight grasp, she glared at him with as much fire and determination as she could find within herself. A grim line on her lips, steady streams of air silently passing through her nose, she burned her eyes into him.“I don't know you,” she said softly but firmly, her accusing gaze fixed on his ring, “We've just met and we've barely spoken. I don't know you.”She continued to grip his wrist. “How am I...I won't...” Charlotte started to lose her words. It would have been.