”“Yes,” she agreed, returning her finger to her cum filled asshole. “I’m your dirty little asswhore.” “Even when you’re married years...from now,” I continued, losing myself in my authoritarian role. I’m going to come to your house whenever I want...and use you however I want.”“Yes!” Mya gasped, obviously delighting in the idea. “You can come over when my husband is at work and treat me like the whore that I am. You can do whatever you want.” “Do you know what I want you to do right now?” I. I cared for him. I would be his lover. If I could marry him, I would. But now I had him. He had felt my feelings and didn't care that I was his daughter. What we did was illegal, and I didn't care. Incest should be legal. It was a beautiful thing.“Mmm, I love you, Daddy,” I said, sitting up. My short hair brushed my cheek as my entire body brimmed with energy. “You are just sexy, kumquat,” he said, a smile on his lips. His face was flushed, his dark-brown hair mused. His eyes flicked up and. Cause she had a coy sexxy smile on her face that i will never forget... like a cougar who just cornered its prey... later i realized she knew exactly what she was doing...and she didnt stop thrusting the black object in and out of her pussy just yet, for it seems she was enjoying it too much to stop. in fact she started to thrust the toy faster... moaning , whimpering , as if her body had taken control of her actions and she was powerless to stop. faster, and faster, she expertly guided the. I knew we were loud and I suspected my mom was getting off by what she was hearing. Oddly that thought drove me on harder.Now Sandy was moaning, bucking, thrashing and trying to force her pussy hard against me to get as much of me as she could. I could tell that Sandy wanted as much as my cock as I could shove in her and I wanted badly to feel my semen squirting inside her hot box. I reached around Sandy and started twisting her nipples as she rode me hard. This just caused her to fuck harder,.