In a few more seconds, he was plunging his dick so deep I couldn't hear her breathe. The only sounds coming from her were the tiny protest squeals esc...ping through her nose. Ann’s legs had tensed up again. Her toes we're tightly curled. Her fingernails we're digging into his ass cheeks as he rammed ever deeper into her face. Her hands didn't appear to be in encouraging him, or fighting him. They were just along for the ride. Nearly every thrust pushed his balls against her nose. Each time that. She turned back and positioned herself where she was when you opened your eyes. She hooked her foot to the round stool nearby and sat down. You watched her undo your belt and pants, zipping it down and reaching inside to feel your still hardened cock inside your boxers. She moved her hand a bit more and found that hole in your boxers and freed your cock from its constraints. She let out a girlish giggle when it sprang out and stood in perfect attention. You could tell she was salivating at the. I could make no noise for anyone but my mistress. I could be pleasured by no one but my mistress. With a sigh, I smiled and drifted to sleep, exhausted from my passionate orgasm, knowing that my mistress was watching me, and that the morning would bring both pain and so much pleasure... ----------- I woke with a hard slap to the face and was yanked upright by the hair. "Awake yet, slave?" My mistress said quietly, patiently, leaning but a few inches away from my face. I opened my eyes and. How did this happen? He began losing some of his practiced rhythm. He'd been with many women, but this one was different. She was something he never thought he could have. That he thought he'd never want. But here she was, with one slender leg wrapped around his waist, her skimpy panties stretched at her thighs with his manhood buried to the hilt inside of her. His own daughter.."Harder. Please.." She breathed out the words pleadingly, and her body gave away just how close she was. He felt the.