She screamed and jerked her hips, but her father’s cock stayed buried to the hilt. Atharva eased back, then pushed slowly forward, allowing his scre...ming daughter to adjust to his thick prick. He fucked her slow and felt thejuices in her pussy begin to flow again. A grin of triumph spread over his face. Khushboo was just like Gunjan. They were both hot for cock. Khushboo’s pain-racked face changed to a mask of lust. “Ooooh, Daddy!” she wailed, feeling his cock begin to glide painlessly in and. Chandra was washing a strawberry under the tap, stroking it lightly with her fingers, seemingly forgetting that she was not alone. Slowly, softly she broke the small green leaves from the fruit, stroking lovingly over the fruit with her finger. From where I was sitting she looked lost in the moment and I knew her emotions were stirring up…I could see her breath caught in a throat and her nipples straining her blouse, reaching out for attention, my attention… Like an invisible power that draws. I was acting on what felt good without the care of the outcome. One of my hands was under her shirt, slowly rubbing around her perky nipples. Her head was bent forward against the mirror and her long brow hair hanging over the sink. I was slowly kissing her soft neck and her ear. I lifted up her skirt and started felling her pussy, it was still wet, worm and slippery. Her lags started to spread as I was running my fingers along her completely soaked pussy. She arched her back towards me, and I. I don't know why that made me glad. After all, she was my first cousin, so there was no chance that there could be anything between us. Of course I found her attractive, but that didn't mean anything would come of it. I was more than happy to settle for simple friendship with her.We only gave the girls ten minutes to play, then called them back over so that we could return to the house. They grumbled and complained and pleaded for "another five minutes," then gave in and followed us only when.