Main aur aage badha, maine unki jangho tak peticoat utha diya. Yeh jaadi – jaadi janghe kya madt lag rahi thi. Main pagal ho raha tha. Ab mujhe yeh ...hi darr nahi tha ki chachi jag gayee to, tabhi chachi thodi hili meri fat gayee. Mobile torch band kar peticoat chod diya.Thodi der tak koi movement na dekh maine phir torch on ki. Maine pehle chachi ka chehra dekha woh masti se so rahi thi. Main phir unke peticoat me torch leke ghus gaya. Aur sidha peticoat unki jangh tak utha diya. Ab mujhse se. A jolt of electricity shoots through me as you open you're eyes and look straight into mine, you start to speed up now, pounding into my pussy hard as I lift my hips up towards you. This is exactly what I needed, I needed to feel you, to know that its me that you want, not her, to know its me that you desire and long for. I can start to feel my orgasm build up inside of me as you pump your cock in and out of me, harder and faster. You push yourself up so your kneeling again and then move my. “You came because you love to be treated like the slut that you are. You need to be used and abused by men – by strangers. Isn’t that right?”Marie could only nod in agreement. “Yes” she whispered.“Then today I’m going to show you what it means to be a worthless whore who only exists for the pleasure of men. You will be used like never before and like you could not imagine.”Marie’s heart leaped as she heard Brad speak. Even though she did not know what was in store for her, she knew that it. Breathing hard and cursing underneath his breath, the enraged father suddenly used his free hand to unzip his jeans and pull out his throbbing cock. It took only a few seconds before he began to probe it underneath his daughter's skirt in a frenzy, all the while cursing her for her perversity, for bringing such terrible porn into his house, for being such an awful, dirty slut."You're my slut, mine! Remember?" he hissed into the struggling girl's ear. "Not some nasty pervert-pedophile, you damn.