Hoping that was what he wanted. Looking down at his daughter, and feeling that she really didn’t know how to give head, he pulled back and asked �...�honey, you really are a virgin, aren’t you.” Looking up, she grinned her drunken grin, and said “not for much longer I hope.” “Are you sure? That’s something special and I don’t want you hating me in the morning” Sitting straight up, head swirling, Angie said “Yes, its what I want, No, I will not hate you, but, I think I am getting sick.” With. That, however, wasn't what was worrying the wee woman. Those ominous arms were finally removing the last scraps of her scant covering, and were poking and prodding everywhere. Her magnificent mammaries were being dented and deformed. Her perfect, inch-long nipples were being tweaked and twiddled. And worst of all, just below her prim and proper heart-shaped blonde bush, they were trying to penetrate the privacy of her pure pink portal. It was a race between the awful arms of that molestation. Her screams of joy crashed through the wall tied tightly between her lips. The room was spinning as she threw her head back and looked up. In the dream like image above she saw a slave, bound and gagged, under complete control of her master. He was rewarding her virginity with the most sinful pleasure. He too was in a spinning room, his body tight and shone with sweat. All his essence was entering and leaving her. Finally, with a yell of triumph, he shot into her deepest regions, his juice. “I love to do that, especially on a pretty face like yours.” Chloe didn’t even hesitate as she immediately started to eat on Lucy’s pussy while she was moving back and forth, letting her taste every single part of her soaked place. In the same time, Chloe took Lucy’s nipples in her hand and pinched them, hardening them even more. The brunette was moving like crazy, moaning and swearing from the pleasure. Chloe tried to slip her tongue inside that juicy pussy but Lucy was moving too much, so.