She was making sure her Daddys big cock would slip right in. Watching her Daddy he began to stroke his cock faster, sliding up and down it's long sh...ft. Missy could not resist any longer. She rushed into her Daddy room just as his cock began to let loose of his creamy load of cum. It was all Missy could do was to takes his cock into her mouth, she sucked as hard as she could. She got another gush of cum. This one hit the back of her throat. She began to swirl her Daddy's cum. . Nikal……… bahar nikal…………..Fir mei kuch deer rukh kar dhira -2 uske boobs ke nipal ko muh mei lekar chusne laga to use thodi der ke baad kuch accha feel hua aur wo khud he apne chut ko upper ki taraf uhcane lage meine fir ek jhatka mara aur mera lund pura he uski chut mei chala gya aur wo fir chillane lage madar…chod…..Nikal bahar bahut dard ho raha ………hai tere bhen chude …..bhen ke laude………………….mere chut aaj faad kar he dum lega kya?>………………………….meine fir se uske boobs ko chusna suru kar diya. I helped him until I had a small orgasm, then asked him if he was ready to be a man. He muttered a yes but said he didnt know what to do. I told him not to worry, I knew. I rolled over and straddled him and sat up so he could see my whole body. I grabbed his cock and aimed it up, then slowly lowered my hips to it. I groaned loudly as he entered me, he was so thick he stretched my pussy. I took a deep breath once he was all in, adjusting to his girth, wishing he was deeper. I moaned to him. Her eyes passed over a yellowing family portrait, and Olga’s eyes fixed on it for a moment. She missed them, all of them. Olga had raised three children in the slums of Moscow during the Cold War. While Michael Jackson was making millions with “Thriller,” Olga was standing in line to buy stale bread in the depths of winter. But she had raised them well; the two boys had gone on to University, and her daughter had become a teacher. They were good kids, but rarely came to see her. Her husband.