“Down just a bit more and ohhhh,” Donna whispered. “Maybe we’ll get that far next time. Pull your finger back a little. That&#...217;s it. Feel that? Now you’ve got my clit. Just rub right there. Mmmm…softer, softer. Yeah, that’s it!” George squeezed and kneaded Donna’s breast through her shirt and bra while he kept a steady rhythm flicking across the nub of her clitoris. Donna moaned and ground her hips against George’s hand.. . Shes back to swirling at the tip of his cock, the man in sun glasses and a NY jets hat, who is that guy, grabs her by the back of the head and you see him face fucking her with such force, that it would make some wonder... where is she putting that huge cock, right as the fucking starts, you notice she's up on his lap again, she's bouncing and he's grinding and you see both, they didn't take any clothes off, you can see they are dressed, yet, clearly u see they are fucking, grinding, you can. "You can no longer truly be my Papa. You really are the Angel of Music now." Yes, child, I can only vaguely remember those times now. I am sorry if I cause you distress, but I know no other way to fulfill my promise to you. The world needs you to hear the music once again. The world needs for you to fill it with your song. Actually, the world needs you and your husband."She interrupted his words."Erik? The world needs his music as well?" Yes. Only together can your song truly take wing and soar. As she pulled them down, I was thinking I’d just get to see her ass covered by her panties, but to my surprise she pulled both down and bent over.Because of the lighting, and the way her legs were together because of her pants being at her knees, I could see her ass but only a hint of the prize I was wanting to see. She shook her ass side to side, slowly and sensuously, then turned back to the camera. She leaned down, and I was afraid the show was over, at least for now. Instead of pulling her.