Her father, a brawny fellow with a Pancho Villa moustache, was sitting by the window wearing an undershirt and reading a racing form. Her mother was s...rawled out on the lumpy bed, naked. She only had one dress and didn't like to wear it out while around the house. She was a voluptuous woman with a scarlet slash of a mouth and a dark jungle of a muff, which she was casually scratching.Hector looked up from his paper and sniffed suspiciously, as his daughter brought the fragrance of the goat into. He rubs it and massages it gentlyas he keeps looking directly at me. He then unbuckles his pants, leaves theflaps open and lowers his jockeys a bit around his waist, so that his cockand balls are completely exposed. He had a beautiful cut cock and tightballs with trimmed pubic hair. He moved over to a table next to my desk andleaned back on it. His pants open, his underwear lowered and his cock andballs completely exposed to me, just feet away! I couldn't believe this washappening in my office!. "That's it! Rape her!" hissed Emi. "Her screams are vibrating my clit. Oh, yes! I'm going to cum again on her lips."I drew back my cock and slammed in again. The whore shuddered beneath me. "The pain ends when you submit," I growled fucking her hard and fast. "Then you get pleasure." So much pleasure," Milly moaned, her hips writhing. "Oh, yes! Just submit, Wendy. Submit to your Gods." Not ... Gods..." Wendy howled, ripping her face from Emi's pussy. "Just a stupid Warlock like me!"Milly's whip. My breathing was heavy and sounded way too loud. The delightful caressing went on for yet another two or maybe three full minutes longer. 'I'm taking my finger back now, Tom. Is that all right?' It wasn't, but I didn't dare say so and She disengaged without the need for an answer. 'Could you roll onto your back, please?' I sighed and obeyed and didn't really mind that my pride and joy was on full display and oozing pre-cum. She took hold of my cock in her bare hand and gave it a few gentle.