I stood his cock sliding deep into me. I feel his full length slowly fill my pussy with his flesh. I exhale feeling him in me. His hands gripping my arse cheeks spreading them as he held his cock in my pussy.
daddy fucks me good
Megans Day out with Daddy
Three days ago. Bridget found out about it. She found out her husband was fucking their daughter. She wanted to read about the lunch date with her father.
How I became a whore for animal cock
I was working the nightshift at the social care farm where I’d been working for the past year. I am a 20 year old well shaped girl, long blond hair and people tell me I’m real pretty. I was quietly reading a magazine in the living room, when suddenly Pete, one of our clients rushed in shouting that something was wrong with one of the horses. Of course I immediately got up and followed him to the stables. As soon as we entered the stables I heard the door slam shut behind me and Pete turned around with that smirk on his face that I’d seen so often before and that said that what he’d really like to do is rip my clothes off and fuck me. I looked behind me and saw that Hank and Billy were standing there in front of the closed door. “Shit, now what”, was what went through my head. The answer came immediately as Pete grabbed me, and Hank and Billy started ripping off my dress. I screamed at them to stop, but they just laughed and threw my ripped dress behind them. Then they tore off my bra and panties and I was completely naked and at the mercy of three lightly mentally handicapped males of about 25 years old.
Megans Secret
Bridget stood in the middle of her daughters room naked, she looked around. Her husband was fucking her daughter, she smiled. She reached back into the wardrobe pulling out the tin. She sat down and opened it up. She pulled out her diary again and opened it. She read it again smiling, she picked up the baby doll again and the knickers, again smelling her daughters scent. She felt naughty smelling her daughters underwear.
Jacks Offshore
The blue and white Bell Jet Ranger helicopter was closing on the oil rig, eighty miles into the green choppy sea off Port Fourcon, Louisiana. Jack told himself he wasn’t going back offshore again! Ever! Yet, here he finds himself, accepting another hitch — not on the platform he’s flying to, but on the one-hundred-forty foot supply boat tied up to it. Twenty-eight days of – fourteen days off.