Petra looks back at him from between her legs and waits for his sign to her to proceed her performance. Professor Peter holds her by her hips and brin...s his face very close to see every detail and inhale her odour. As always, the intimate inspection excites her and her love lips shine slightly in the lights of the studio. Professor Peter reclines and at that sign his hot dear daughter starts to play with her pussy while she keeps looking at him. He winks with a finger at Small Petra to step. One booth sold silk ties, another sold shirts, while another might be selling wooden lacquer boxes. I even noticed an old lady, on the outskirts, selling a few containers of strawberries she had probably picked out in the fields.I stopped to look at the lacquer boxes. I was very impressed by the fine detail in the painting. I found one that I especially appreciated. It was a depiction of a winter landscape. Some unknown noble in an elaborate coat was riding in a sleigh across a snow covered. She shook her head trying to get the thought of her parents out of her head. "74% of 368" she repeated over and over . She tapped the pencil harder and harder on her knee whilst biting her lip until, she jumped up off the sofa and walked towards the door. She stood at the bottom of the stairs listening to her mum moan with pleasure. Emma climbed the stairs as quietly as she could, every step her mum getting louder and louder. Emma stood at the top of the stairs with her parents bedroom just in. .. " I still held her against the wall when I pulled my cock out. Slowly I lowered her until her feet touched the ground. Het legs were like jelly, she could not stand on her legs... She slid down, back against the wall, squatting... A load of sperm came out of her pussy, dripping on the ground beneath her. Her head on the same height as my still hard cock, she took it in her mouth.. "MMMMMmmmmmmmmm.............. I love it........" It was covered with cum and her own juices, but she licked it.