I hear his balls smacking me, mixing in with our grunts. God, his cock feels good. I squeeze my ass, tightening my pussy around him."Fuck, you feel go...d!" he yells. He feels my pussy-hugs.Smack! Smack! Smack! He spanks my ass, eliciting squeals from me."David! Fuck me harder!" Like this, baby?" he says, thrusting deeper."Yes! Faster! David, faster!"He fucks me so hard I grasp the sheets, trying to stop my forward movement. He's about to ram me into the headboard."I'm cumming," he growls.I feel. Did i hit a goldmine or what? I was squeezing her ass cheeks, parting her cheeks, looking at her wet choot lips, kissing’ them dry from her salvia, making her ass crack wet with her own salvia. And every lick i did that, a moan escaped, aah, ooh, uff, mar gayi. Aaah. Ufff. Haaan. Yess, yess. Then i opened her pink choot lips, they were so nice, she even let a moan out aaaaahnnhh when i parted her pink choot lips. Then i licked her insides for another 2 minutes which caused her to cum twice. She. She sat and read in the small living room, wearing only the short cut-offs—no bra, no shirt. She couldn’t bear the feeling of clothes on her skin. When the bell rang, she pulled on a sleeveless t-shirt, and opened the door to find Bob. He had a dark blue short-sleeved work shirt with a white oval over his heart where she saw in red script “I’m Bob.” “Hello m’am. Hotter than blazes, ain’t it?” She saw his eyes dart downward toward her chest, then back to her face. Was it a smile? Or a leer? . ”“I love your milk, baby,” I said. My eyes dropped momentarily to where I knew her breasts were under the terrycloth robe. “And I really love sucking my little girl’s tits.”It was so bizarre having this conversation with my daughter. For nineteen years Callie had been my little girl, even though she had been a pain in the ass much of that time. Still I had loved her, and talking dirty to her was so far out in left field that I could hardly believe it was actually taking place.“I also want to.