Falcon looked down at her expectant face. ‘You’ll just have to do with something of mine for now,’ he said ruefully, taking out a clean shirt an... a pair of breaches. Bending down at her feet, he lifted a leg and guided it into his pants, then doing the same to the other. They were of course too big for her, and wouldn’t even stay up around her hips without her holding them there, which she obviously didn’t care to do. Laughing as she stood with his pants around her ankles, he made a notch in. This time she did so without hesitation, partly out of fear but also curiosity. While not horrible, it was unpleasant, and she was positive that if he came in her mouth she would gag. ‘Do you like how your Daddy tastes?’ ‘I do,’ she lied, swallowing hard several times to get rid of the foulness. ‘That’s good, because without that you wouldn’t be here today, my favourite little girl.’ The thought of that almost had her sobbing. Before she had the chance, Keith had placed his hairy balls on her. She led me down the hall past her sick c***d's room just next to the master bedroom. She quietly shut the door as to not wake her sick c***d. She pulled me close as she undid her robe and pressed my sweaty body against her nakedness and whispered: "we have to be so, so quiet today because her bed is right up against the wall of me and my husband's bed. So we can't shriek like yesterday when you fucked me a second asshole. Now I'm going to take your clothes off and lick the sweat off your body.. She hadn’t even noticed herself groaning into his palm, a sound of pure defeat.While he kept still and fully sheathed inside her body, she gradually grew aware of ... more. The shape of his cock. Every ridge, every bump, every vein. She fit like a glove, that soft warm flesh of her deflowered womanhood offered a loving embrace around every inch of his manhood. It was an intimate connection unlike anything else she ever experienced. Even moments after his rough intrusion she could feel her.