Teen daughter forced brutal rough sex with old dad

My shit comes out in pellets that splash in the water. I wipe my ass and notice that my pussy needs shaving. Before jumping in the shower I strip naked and smooth hair removal cream around my crotch, not forgetting the stragglers round my bumhole. Whilst the cream works its magic I wander into the bedroom and do a cheeky line of coke, just to take the edge off. The sun is so bright that I draw the curtains to create a more intimate vibe, and to keep some of the heat out. There won’t be any hot water and I tense myself as I tits unfasten the shower head and turn the taps. My nipples are like bullets and I gasp as the freezing water plays against my skin. I wash off sleeping the cream and stubble until my pussy is smooth and clean. It reminds my of Pauline’s vagina when she was a little girl. When she was innocent and maybe even happy. I’ve probably teen only slept with five black men, and even though I know he’s blackmailing me I’m aroused by the thought of stroking Washington’s cock, making it rock hard and coating it with my spit and juices. My husband’s penis was short and stubby. He used to masturbate when he changed Pauline’s nappy, and when she got Hardcore older he regularly spied on her when she was in the bath or changing her tampons saying it didn’t matter because she couldn’t see what he was doing. I don’t think he ever touched her, but that little cock of his is an offensive weapon and I pity my sister having to tolerate it. I haven’t done any washing for ages. Most of my knickers are coated with vaginal discharge or skid marks, but I find the lingerie that an old boss bought me and that I had to keep secret from Dwayne. Standing in front of the mirror I suck in my tummy and examine my body. My labia is swollen and my breasts hang down almost to my navel. The coke is kicking in and my body tingles with the anticipation of a well hung, slightly overweight black man fucking me like a sex toy. I can’t be bothered drying my hair and manage to arrange it in a bun before pulling on the pretty pink thong and underwired bra. I still have the lipstick that I bought at Christmas and apply it even though my hands are shaking, and then I spray my neck with the knock-off Agent Provocateur I got dad from the market. I also spray perfume on my pussy, asshole and armpits. Ready to be ridden like Seabiscuit I stride confidently into the garden. I have seen many wild things in my life, but the scene that greats me is a knew level of amazing. My naked daughter, rolling around on the grass, soaking wet and covered in what looks like actual fucking shit, and Washington with his pants off trying to cover his willy. I scream ‘What the fuck!’ sounding shocked and angry, but the truth is that I’m seriously turned on. Washington lifts his hands, trying to convince me it’s not what it seems. The cocaine and beer and vodka and nicotine courses through my veins, my loins ripe for sex. I have an awesome idea and run into the kitchen and grab my phone. ‘What kind of a man are you taking advantage of my little girl, and shitting on her! You’re no better than the boys on the estate!’ I say, filming this beautiful naked man, his soft penis dangling against his balls. ‘I don’t think that’s necessary.’ ‘Oh I do. It’s called turning the fucking tables you rotten pervert.’ He grabbed my wet hair and wrenched my head up. “You’re not supposed to see it, just control it with a little black box.” He sucked on her nipples and nibbled on them. However, sleeping teen he didn't. dad He feasted on me. Loved me. As long as I’m being truthful to myself, I actually like him. Then as her hands relaxed I she lowered herself till she had taken all of my cock in to that heavenly hole. It read as follows: “Mmmm!” she moaned softly. Laura didn’t seem to want to play the game much more, and her urge to slip the toy into her cunt was now her motivation. ‘When the trail goes cold, wait. She slipped off her jeans and panties, folded them, and put them to the side. I guess to the rest of the pub it looked like my dad and I had brazenly picked up two random attractive single young females, or something like that. Or the group of black American sailors she interviewed to find out which one had the biggest cock before she fucked him. I started bawling immediately, full-out crying, and Chris instantly scooped me up in a hug and started patting my back as I cried on him, crying too hard to even form any kind of sentence. “hello, Ashley speaking” I answered the phone, thinking that it was Celeste or Matt calling to say that they were going to be late as they had been the last two times we had planned a weekend together. Julie demanded her own arousal increasing with each word. None of tits the girls want to go near you with your recklessness and your secrets," protested Easton. BOB. “I am so turned on from watching him give Sarah multi orgasms,” Jan said. Walk without... She smiled a smile both sweet and naughty. He was right; however, he made some fried potatoes to go along with the sandwiches. "Does it hurt?" Ashley She reached down and spread her pussy Hardcore lips open for Madison to see.