She heard herself screaming and moaning, but wasn't really all there... She was now being fucked... There was no other word for it, and she craved it..... She was being fucked by a b**st of chaos, and it made her feel like nothing she had ever felt before... Her orgasms started to came one after the other, so close it was hard to separate them... She lost track of time, just cuming and cuming on the massive cock of the big brute of a b**st... She was being used... ****d... There was no other word. It had a giant yellow 90s smiley face with a wink on it. It was the last shirt saw her dad in before the wreck, when she got home it was on top of the dirty laundry. He used to wear it once in a blue moon to work or around the house. She remembered his face, always so serious. Another book quote, her life felt guided by book quotes at times, Remember the face of your father. He wore the shirt to show people he was still human. After a few years it became legendary. Kelly kept the shirt close. My girlfriend breaks from her suction on his neck, 'Mariel', she pronounces my name in a drunken slur, 'Cant you see we are busy', and she looks into his face as she says it, then returns to sucking on the nape of his neck, meanwhile I revel in feeling his hand caress my bare ass, his finger finding my anal opening and push it up with the finesse of a bored doctor, still at least one hole is being attended to.'You guys going to Fuck', I ask again, as I reach between them and fondle his cock. “Yes, lick me daddy.”I approached her and my fingers pulled at her lace panties and they were down and off. Selene spread her legs and showed me her dewy pink and shaved pussy.“Lie, back, baby girl,” I said. “Daddy is going lick his sweet daughter so nice.”Selene was so flushed and her breath was coming in ragged and slow inhalations. Her little clit was throbbing and I could not wait to taste her but I could tell she was not going to last long although I was okay with that since I knew she.