He couldn’t help thinking about the careless way she kept flashing her ass and pussy. She had to know how much her father could see. Either she was ...oing it on purpose or else just didn’t care.Being alone in the kitchen area of the mostly open ground floor, he heaved a sigh and gave his tingling cock a quick fondle through his shorts. He made himself stop, though. It didn’t make any sense at all to let himself get hard for his own daughter. She hadn’t even been home for an hour and already his. My hand traced along the thick curve of his shaft. Every time I reached the tip, I gave it a slight twist, drawing out a low guttural groan out of him. I loved that sound.More precum leaked out, and Dad covered his eyes with his forearm. He gritted his teeth, looking like he was in pain.“I’m not hurting you, am I?”“Oh, God no, baby girl. It feels too good.”I kept watching his dick, pumping it in at a slow, lazy pace.The thick, musky scent of his arousal went straight up my nose.It pulsed and. C'est ? partir de ce moment qu'Amala d?cida de me mettre au r?gimev?g?tarien strict elle me donna une longue liste d'aliment et ?pices aacheter au marchand indien, j'utilisais alors tout mon temps libre dans lapr?paration des recettes qu'elle me donnais. Je pense que j'ai du finir parpendre du poids car mon uniforme commen?ais a se resserrer a la poitrine etau fesses. J'en avertis Amala mais elle se contenta de rire en me traitantde fille stupide. Je pense qu'Amala dois avoir raison.Je pense. . I changed my mind," Debby mumbled. She blushed, ashamed of the intensity of her lust. "It doesn't matter. Come on, Kenny, make your prick stiff for me! I need you to fuck me good, Kenny! Need you to fuck my cunt!"But she didn't have to ask. Kenny already had a giant, throbbing hard-on, his prick stiff and tall in her pumping fist. Debby released the boy's quivering fuck-tool, shuddering as she fought back the urge to plunge his cock into her mouth. She did want to suck his prick again, but.