As I touched my tip to her little hole, Greta’s little asshole puckered as if it were giving my dick sweet, gentle kisses, inviting it in, yearning ...o be filled. I placed my hands on her hips and grabbed her tight. With one swift movement, I entered her completely. Greta whimpered. She was tight. I pushed deeper, filling her up, stretching her out. When I retracted, I felt the tug from her clenched rectum, as if it didn’t want me to leave, she needed it, she was desperate for my dick and didn’t. I love watching you do it."I watched as my fingers manipulated my now wet pussy and felt a pang of jealousy of the two young girls as their mouths eagerly accepted my Dad's hard cock. I thought back to the many times I had endured the nights with my sister Ashley reaping the cum rewards down her throat as she slept thru it all and wished that it was my throat that was bathed in his silky spunk. Dad's hands on the girls' heads, not forcing them, but guiding them to his ball sack and his. When the fifth stroke hits her, she has not yet uttered a sound, biting her lips together hard as not to give her tormentors the satisfaction of hearing her cry for mercy. But this is dreadful! Never did it hurt so much when she got birched by her father. But Madame is not pleased at all. She is annoyed by Annette’s silence. Finally she says: “Antoine, why do you spear the wench? Are you charmed by her pretty looks? And do you pity someone who destroys our property and lies? And now she is. Her blouse was thin and shiny so I could make out her lacy white bra underneath. She also wore a snug fitting and very short white skirt. Sliding off the stool, I headed away from the lights of the bar. I located her standing next to the table, waiting for me to pull the chair away for her to sit. Doing so, I was treated to a wide expanse of creamy thigh as her skirt rode up when she crossed her legs. I sat in the chair beside her and concentrated on her eyes.“Why are you staring at me?” She.