This was suddenly not an ordinary fuck for John. His senses had tightened down so that all he could feel was the hot hot boy­prick whose steady strea... of precum had greased up John's palm and fingers so that the kid was effectively fucking John's hand, and the hot hot asshole John's meat was pumping—all the while he was unconsciously pretending it was tender young boybutt he was ravaging. Then the kid was hanging onto John's massive, hairy chest, whimpering and moaning as he began spurting load. It dented the drywall and fell impotent onto her pillow, right next to her pink teddy bear she’d had since she was six. She tried to gain her feet, but her father was faster. He fell on top of her, wrapped the waist of the panties around her throat so that the crotch stretched across her nose and mouth. He pulled tight, heard the breath stop in her throat, and knew if he held it long enough, she would pass out. Longer than that, and… She flailed and scratched, dragged bloody trenches. I let out a moan. He unbuttons my shorts and pushes my panties aside. I know he knows how wet I am."Damn Emma, there's a river in there." He says with clear . He removes my shorts. I'm down to my underwear while he was still fully clothed. I can see the out line of his six pack abs against his white wife beaters. I try to remove his wife beater but he swatted my hands away. "Nah uh." He tells me. I whimper. My eyes is filled lust."If you move from that position, I'm gonna..." he trails of as he. I figured out what she wanted, so I reached behind me and turned the chair so I could sit leaning back in it. Once my ass landed on the seat she straddled both my thighs and the chair, bringing her soft spongy tits directly into my face. As if my hands had minds of their own they reached up and took hold of both tits while I buried my face between the warm soft flesh. Leaning my head back slightly, I pressed her milky globes together until her nipples were almost touching, then covered both.