He held her legs to his chest and leaned into them as he pulled his cock out to the tip then pressed it back to the hilt, filling his daughter’s tig...t cunt. Sara cried out again and again as he thrust harder and faster with each stroke. “Fucking Christ! Oh fuck! Jesus God! Fuck!” the stream of obscenities was all her father could manage as he jackhammered his cock into his little girl, his balls slapping wildly against her ass. There was no finesse, no style. It was pure animalistic fucking.. Vado in bagno mi inizio a preparare intanto sento lui che accente la tv. esco dal bagno pronta mi gurda mi fa molti complimenti e mi chiede se ero disponibile ad accogliere la moglie con una bottiglia di "moet" nel culo stappata cosi quando la si toglieva colava lo champagne e potevano bere, che idea strana xo mi piaceva cosi mi bagno un pochino il buchetto e un po di fatica ed entra il collo, sentiamo che mette le chiavi nella serratura io mi piego a pecora ma con il viso sul tappeto lui la. I'm sorry you got drawn into this, I'm sorry I didn't think about your feelings. I'm sorry I stole your body and, I'm sorry you," a light bulb flickered on above my head. "Had to quit modeling. Suzanne made you didn't she?" She nodded, on the verge of tears."Oh God, Becky I'm so sorry." I reached forward, and hugged her. We crumpled onto the floor, curled up in each other, Becky crying first, and me following. "No wonder you were so mad at me." I said, between sobs. At least, I thought they. The other boy gave them a cursory glance and turned his attention back to Tilly.The unknown boy at the receiving end of Tilly's ministrations now had his eyes closed and mouth open, head still back. Suddenly he clasped Tilly's head with both hands and bent over her. After a moment he slowly straightened, Tilly's head no longer bobbed. After a moment she slowly straightened and stood, wiping the back of her right hand across her mouth.The other boy, bereft of a partner, moved forward and placed.