Usne mujhe boobs dekhte hue pakad lia aur haske boli keya dekh rahe ho chote babu?Pehle v to dekhe ho na?Main sarma k bola pehle itna bada nehi tha.To...wo boli tumhara v to pehle chota tha.Ab kitna bada hua?Ye sunke main to chokh geya aur socha ab to ye zarur chudegi.Main bola pata nehi.Tum dekh lena.Reshmi boli hat pagle abhi to main shadi sudha hu na.Aysa karna thik nehi hoga.Aur wo apni kaam karne lagi.Mera to jeyse dil hi beth geya ye sunkar.Do peher ko jab nahane ka time aya to main apne. Jesus, the father was really driving it into the daughter. At some point, he placed the camera on the side or something, and we had a shot of him fucking his daughter hard. All we could hear was her moaning helplessly. I tried not to groan under my breath as I heard the sound of his cock driving in and out of her.Dad was beside me, equally stunned. I never knew how musky and masculine his scent was. He was working all morning, so he had a tinge of sweat, which went right to my head. I glanced. Ugh… Im going to come, he said. Ignoring the boy, Abigail continued the blowjob, if anything going faster. She used her other hand to cup his balls, massaging them and coaxing his cum out. With a gasp he let go of the back of her head and bucked his hips, shooting his warm cum into her mouth. Abigail swallowed it all, licked her lips, and sat up. Jacob was sprawled on the bed, grinning happily. Whoa, that was amazing! he said, his bashfulness gone for the moment. Mmm, you taste pretty good.. " "What daddy?" Molly asked. "Well I was just thinking....most models would do pictures in just their underwear...but you don't want to do that." He said. "It's ok sweety, we'll keep taking these beautiful pictures of you." He smiled and kept taking pictures. Molly looked down nervously. She wanted to be a real model....She looked up at her daddy, 'I want to be a real model daddy..." She gripped the bottom of her tshirt and lifted it over her head, exposing her fat white belly.