The stubby handle brushed up and down her clit as the pommel massaged her labia, and made her gasp quietly. Within a few seconds of rubbing, her hone... was already beginning to coat the pommel, letting it slide up and down her opening. She could feel her body starting to become warmer, and tiny shocks streamed from her pelvis all the way up her body. Something about doing this for a ritual was turning her on, strangely enough. She reached up and groped her own breast with her free hand,. As he began the motions again, she followed suit, her palm carefully massaging the sac. His thrust became wild and emphatic. He was being pushed over and into the abyss of pleasure. His cock expanding and hardening, she felt filled just right, with the friction just right at her portal to send her over too. But as she was cumming, she looked at the man cumming inside her. She could see the distance. She was a toy for the night to make him cum. He was her toy. No more. She felt used and a user.. A slight gasp escaped her lips as Tiffany lowered her panties, the soaking string clinging to its prisoner as the fabric was pulled down. I was surprised to see how ‘into’ this Rachael had become until I realised that her own fingers had found their target and was slowly rubbing small circles around her clit. Her eyes were glazed with lust and pleasure, the hand on my dick had released its grip and found its way into the open fly, rummaged around for a good grip and pulled my manhood through. “You will only listen to my comments from now on,” @frankamitchel typed. “You won't listen to any other comments. Only mine. You're a daddy's girl, after all, and I'm your daddy. Now delete that pic.”I did, beaming at him. “Thanks, Daddy. I would have gotten in trouble with Instagram for that one.”“@frankamitchel, well played,” commented @machoc next. “Enjoy your daughter.”“Take another photo!” @antonmax groaned. “I missed it.”My brow furrowed. “No way! Why should I show you my cute bod? It's.