Then she dove on down and gulped and gagged as she took him down her throat again.So much pre-cum was pouring into her mouth that, for a moment, Margo... thought he had shot his wad. She swallowed with relish. But his cock stayed rock-hard and his balls were getting bigger, and she realized, to her delight, that she still had the creamy reward ahead of her.Her head was going up and down as if she were ducking for apples in a barrel, taking him balls-deep. His cockhead hammered down her throat. If. By now my cock was hard as a rock. I motioned her of the desk and she fell to her knees. Reaching behind her head I grabbed a handful of her curly locks and rubbed my cock across her lips. She begged for me to let her have it, sticking out her tongue. I gently slapped her cheek with my shaft, pulling her head back by the hair. I let her lips around the head and felt her tongue run along the underside. Her warm moist mouth tried to go deeper but I pulled out of her mouth cause a popping sound.. “Daddy! Daddy!”“Yes,” he growled. “My sweet Vanessa. You feel incredible. So tight.”“Mmm, make him cum, honey!” Mommy moaned, her hips thrusting down, burying her dildo over and over into Grandma's pussy. “Make our daddy cum with that tight, little cunt of yours!”“Your so naughty, Mommy!” I moaned, the bed rocking, creaking from our passion. Daddy thrust faster. Harder. I groaned as he pumped his cock into my twat. My flesh clenched around me. I groaned and squeezed around him. My pussy clung. Christa met me at the door and I could tell she had been crying. She did not say anything, but pointed me to the living room where her mother was sitting on the very couch I had deflowered Christa yesterday.She wasted no time and said, "Hello Steven it appears we have some talking to do. My daughter is telling me you had your way with her yesterday and now we may have a problem."Christa sat across from me, her head down and hands in her lap. Apparently she had told a tale to her mother and I.