I can fuck your ass probably just as good as any guy can. You know I've used a strapon before and I don't mean to brag but I bet I could fuck your bra...ns out." She smiled so sweetly, but there was a mischievous look in her eyes. "Y-y-you want to do that?" I stammered out. A wave of passion swept over my body in hot rolling waves. "Hell yeah, I'll fuck you good baby. So what do you say, you want your girlfriend to fuck your ass?" She whispered in my ear seductively."Hell yeah" I said. I didn't. I swallowed it – all of it.When daddy finished coming, I sat up and kissed him. I wanted him to smell and taste himself as we let our tongues dance together.Daddy’s hands were all over me, on my breasts, between my pussy lips, across my butt. I loved it. My nipples were so swollen that they hurt. My pussy was flowing like a river.“Daddy, suck my titties, please. I need your hot mouth on them.”He didn’t have to be told twice.We stayed on the couch for about another five minutes. By then I knew. "It says here that King Charles tried to reform the taxes on liquid measures — like litres. So his proposal went 'up the hill.' He was blocked by Parliament, so he commanded that the volume of a Jack -- which was a half-pint -- a half-litre -- be reduced, but the tax remained the same. This meant that he received more tax, despite what Parliament said. That's where 'Jack fell down and broke his crown' comes from (many pint glasses in England apparently still have a line marking the half-pint. I started to straighten up when she shoved me back down. "Where do you think you're going you fuckin' white whore?" she asked me as she slapped the back of my head. She then kicked at my legs to spread them apart more and all I could do was what she wanted and not say anything. Grabbing my hair and pulling my head back a bit and turning it towards her, "Did you like my fuckin' man's cock you fuckin' white trash whore?" she asked me. Thinking for a moment, I thought it best I answer in a way I.