My daughter

Author: Katie Andrews

John fingerfucked me relentlessly while his mouth made contact with just about every nook and cranny of my entire body. His fingers repeatedly slammed into my prostate gland and skidded by it deep inside of me. When I tried to reciprocate at all, he firmly pressed me back down into supplication against the couch. He wanted me to know that he was in control. The only places he had not touched me were my throbbing rock hard dick and balls. He moved them out of his way when he had to, but otherwise he ignored them in every other sense. He obviously knew what he was doing; in short order I was aching for some sort of release. Precum drooled continuously out of ma1ly cock and dribbled onto my torso. He lapped it up greedily from my stomach, but was careful to never touch the slippery head of my dick with his tongue. Despite my electric sensuality I was beginning to think he had some pretty serious sexual hang-ups.

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