Kevin (New York) who is party of the group of the first set of Real Worlders is running for Congress. Kevin put up a new website where he'll be running in a congressional district in Brooklyn. The district is heavily Democratic, so he'll have to challenge the incumbent congressman who has been in office for several years now.
Kevin also has the distinction of being the oldest Real Worlder ever. Kevin was the oldest of his cast and older than any of the other subsequent castmembers.
Good luck to Kevin!
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Admins: I hate to say it, but the time for comment moderation has arrived. Now we have to wade through incest porn spam to have a conversation here. I hope you do something.
SPEAKING OF...
"Oh, Daddy, don't stop!" she whispered. "Please. Please lick me."
Trisha shrieked as he dove his tongue deep into her pussy, plundering its wetness and nerves with each stroke. One hand moved up to rub her clit as he licked her, and her hands clenched the bedsheets. He pushed her legs up toward her head, exposing her ass, and his tongue slid downward to her tight asshole. It delved in, and she grew frantic. She moaned deeply as his tongue and fingers sped up. Trisha came in a rush and a gasp, shrieking, "Daddy!"
"Daddy wants to put his cock in his baby girl's pussy and make her feel REALLY good," Jim said. "Is that OK?"
"Yes, Daddy," she said. "Do it like you did before. You make me feel so special."
Climbing on top of her, straddling her hips, and pushing her skirt up, Jim reached down and tore open the blouse. The buttons flew everywhere and the white shreds covered the tops of her arms. Her breasts were then open to his gaze, and he reached down to caress them.
Trisha moaned at the lust in his eyes and the feelings that raced to her pussy when he touched her breasts. A caress to the side. A pinch to the nipple. He leaned over, and a lick between her breasts. She felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter.
"Oooo, Daddy, please ... I ... I need something!" she whispered. "Please, Daddy, make me feel good again!"
Jim obliged, kneeling between her legs and sliding his cock home. Trisha let out a deep moan as he filled her.
"Yessss," she hissed, briefly dropping out of character.
"Mmmm," Jim said. "Somebody likes Daddy-cock in her pussy."
"Daddy, it makes me feel all good-funny when you talk like that," she whispered. "Move in me again, make me feel even better. Please."
He moved slowly at first, in and out, enjoying the savor of his lover-erstwhile-daughter-pussy on his cock. She moaned, loving the illicitness of the roles they were playing.
"Talk dirty to me," Jim said. "Tell Daddy what you're feeling."
"I love when you do this to me, Daddy," Trisha said. "I love when you touch my ... pussy? ... and make me feel good. Feel special. When that special tickle comes and I get all wet down there, I love that. I love that you love doing this to me. I love making you feel special with my tongue on your ... cock."
His thrusts sped up.
"I like fucking my daddy," she said. "I like it a lot. Does Daddy like fucking his girl?"
"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Yeah I do."
He began thrusting frantically, then, harder and harder. Her pussy rippled at the using it was getting.
He reached up and grabbed a breast, pinching it hard again.
"Oh!" she cried.
She felt the orgasm beginning to build behind her knees, first, then the shivers rising to her thighs, then to a supernova explosion in her pussy. She clasped her legs around him with a scream.
"Daddy!"
"Can Daddy give you his man-juice?" he groaned. "Would you like to make a little sister?"
"Yes, fill me, Daddy," she moaned.
He stiffened and she felt pulse after pulse of warmth coat her insides.
They fell next to each other, panting.
"That ... was fun," she gasped out.
He looked over at her, skirt still up over her hips, shirt hanging from her shoulders.
"I think I like you dressed like this best of all," Jim said.
"Oh, Daddy, don't stop!" she whispered. "Please. Please lick me."
Trisha shrieked as he dove his tongue deep into her pussy, plundering its wetness and nerves with each stroke. One hand moved up to rub her clit as he licked her, and her hands clenched the bedsheets. He pushed her legs up toward her head, exposing her ass, and his tongue slid downward to her tight asshole. It delved in, and she grew frantic. She moaned deeply as his tongue and fingers sped up. Trisha came in a rush and a gasp, shrieking, "Daddy!"
"Daddy wants to put his cock in his baby girl's pussy and make her feel REALLY good," Jim said. "Is that OK?"
"Yes, Daddy," she said. "Do it like you did before. You make me feel so special."
Climbing on top of her, straddling her hips, and pushing her skirt up, Jim reached down and tore open the blouse. The buttons flew everywhere and the white shreds covered the tops of her arms. Her breasts were then open to his gaze, and he reached down to caress them.
Trisha moaned at the lust in his eyes and the feelings that raced to her pussy when he touched her breasts. A caress to the side. A pinch to the nipple. He leaned over, and a lick between her breasts. She felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter.
"Oooo, Daddy, please ... I ... I need something!" she whispered. "Please, Daddy, make me feel good again!"
Jim obliged, kneeling between her legs and sliding his cock home. Trisha let out a deep moan as he filled her.
"Yessss," she hissed, briefly dropping out of character.
"Mmmm," Jim said. "Somebody likes Daddy-cock in her pussy."
"Daddy, it makes me feel all good-funny when you talk like that," she whispered. "Move in me again, make me feel even better. Please."
He moved slowly at first, in and out, enjoying the savor of his lover-erstwhile-daughter-pussy on his cock. She moaned, loving the illicitness of the roles they were playing.
"Talk dirty to me," Jim said. "Tell Daddy what you're feeling."
"I love when you do this to me, Daddy," Trisha said. "I love when you touch my ... pussy? ... and make me feel good. Feel special. When that special tickle comes and I get all wet down there, I love that. I love that you love doing this to me. I love making you feel special with my tongue on your ... cock."
His thrusts sped up.
"I like fucking my daddy," she said. "I like it a lot. Does Daddy like fucking his girl?"
"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Yeah I do."
He began thrusting frantically, then, harder and harder. Her pussy rippled at the using it was getting.
He reached up and grabbed a breast, pinching it hard again.
"Oh!" she cried.
She felt the orgasm beginning to build behind her knees, first, then the shivers rising to her thighs, then to a supernova explosion in her pussy. She clasped her legs around him with a scream.
"Daddy!"
"Can Daddy give you his man-juice?" he groaned. "Would you like to make a little sister?"
"Yes, fill me, Daddy," she moaned.
He stiffened and she felt pulse after pulse of warmth coat her insides.
They fell next to each other, panting.
"That ... was fun," she gasped out.
He looked over at her, skirt still up over her hips, shirt hanging from her shoulders.
"I think I like you dressed like this best of all," Jim said.
"Oh, Daddy, don't stop!" she whispered. "Please. Please lick me."
Trisha shrieked as he dove his tongue deep into her pussy, plundering its wetness and nerves with each stroke. One hand moved up to rub her clit as he licked her, and her hands clenched the bedsheets. He pushed her legs up toward her head, exposing her ass, and his tongue slid downward to her tight asshole. It delved in, and she grew frantic. She moaned deeply as his tongue and fingers sped up. Trisha came in a rush and a gasp, shrieking, "Daddy!"
"Daddy wants to put his cock in his baby girl's pussy and make her feel REALLY good," Jim said. "Is that OK?"
"Yes, Daddy," she said. "Do it like you did before. You make me feel so special."
Climbing on top of her, straddling her hips, and pushing her skirt up, Jim reached down and tore open the blouse. The buttons flew everywhere and the white shreds covered the tops of her arms. Her breasts were then open to his gaze, and he reached down to caress them.
Trisha moaned at the lust in his eyes and the feelings that raced to her pussy when he touched her breasts. A caress to the side. A pinch to the nipple. He leaned over, and a lick between her breasts. She felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter.
"Oooo, Daddy, please ... I ... I need something!" she whispered. "Please, Daddy, make me feel good again!"
Jim obliged, kneeling between her legs and sliding his cock home. Trisha let out a deep moan as he filled her.
"Yessss," she hissed, briefly dropping out of character.
"Mmmm," Jim said. "Somebody likes Daddy-cock in her pussy."
"Daddy, it makes me feel all good-funny when you talk like that," she whispered. "Move in me again, make me feel even better. Please."
He moved slowly at first, in and out, enjoying the savor of his lover-erstwhile-daughter-pussy on his cock. She moaned, loving the illicitness of the roles they were playing.
"Talk dirty to me," Jim said. "Tell Daddy what you're feeling."
"I love when you do this to me, Daddy," Trisha said. "I love when you touch my ... pussy? ... and make me feel good. Feel special. When that special tickle comes and I get all wet down there, I love that. I love that you love doing this to me. I love making you feel special with my tongue on your ... cock."
His thrusts sped up.
"I like fucking my daddy," she said. "I like it a lot. Does Daddy like fucking his girl?"
"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Yeah I do."
He began thrusting frantically, then, harder and harder. Her pussy rippled at the using it was getting.
He reached up and grabbed a breast, pinching it hard again.
"Oh!" she cried.
She felt the orgasm beginning to build behind her knees, first, then the shivers rising to her thighs, then to a supernova explosion in her pussy. She clasped her legs around him with a scream.
"Daddy!"
"Can Daddy give you his man-juice?" he groaned. "Would you like to make a little sister?"
"Yes, fill me, Daddy," she moaned.
He stiffened and she felt pulse after pulse of warmth coat her insides.
They fell next to each other, panting.
"That ... was fun," she gasped out.
He looked over at her, skirt still up over her hips, shirt hanging from her shoulders.
"I think I like you dressed like this best of all," Jim said.
"Oh, Daddy, don't stop!" she whispered. "Please. Please lick me."
Trisha shrieked as he dove his tongue deep into her pussy, plundering its wetness and nerves with each stroke. One hand moved up to rub her clit as he licked her, and her hands clenched the bedsheets. He pushed her legs up toward her head, exposing her ass, and his tongue slid downward to her tight asshole. It delved in, and she grew frantic. She moaned deeply as his tongue and fingers sped up. Trisha came in a rush and a gasp, shrieking, "Daddy!"
"Daddy wants to put his cock in his baby girl's pussy and make her feel REALLY good," Jim said. "Is that OK?"
"Yes, Daddy," she said. "Do it like you did before. You make me feel so special."
Climbing on top of her, straddling her hips, and pushing her skirt up, Jim reached down and tore open the blouse. The buttons flew everywhere and the white shreds covered the tops of her arms. Her breasts were then open to his gaze, and he reached down to caress them.
Trisha moaned at the lust in his eyes and the feelings that raced to her pussy when he touched her breasts. A caress to the side. A pinch to the nipple. He leaned over, and a lick between her breasts. She felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter.
"Oooo, Daddy, please ... I ... I need something!" she whispered. "Please, Daddy, make me feel good again!"
Jim obliged, kneeling between her legs and sliding his cock home. Trisha let out a deep moan as he filled her.
"Yessss," she hissed, briefly dropping out of character.
"Mmmm," Jim said. "Somebody likes Daddy-cock in her pussy."
"Daddy, it makes me feel all good-funny when you talk like that," she whispered. "Move in me again, make me feel even better. Please."
He moved slowly at first, in and out, enjoying the savor of his lover-erstwhile-daughter-pussy on his cock. She moaned, loving the illicitness of the roles they were playing.
"Talk dirty to me," Jim said. "Tell Daddy what you're feeling."
"I love when you do this to me, Daddy," Trisha said. "I love when you touch my ... pussy? ... and make me feel good. Feel special. When that special tickle comes and I get all wet down there, I love that. I love that you love doing this to me. I love making you feel special with my tongue on your ... cock."
His thrusts sped up.
"I like fucking my daddy," she said. "I like it a lot. Does Daddy like fucking his girl?"
"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Yeah I do."
He began thrusting frantically, then, harder and harder. Her pussy rippled at the using it was getting.
He reached up and grabbed a breast, pinching it hard again.
"Oh!" she cried.
She felt the orgasm beginning to build behind her knees, first, then the shivers rising to her thighs, then to a supernova explosion in her pussy. She clasped her legs around him with a scream.
"Daddy!"
"Can Daddy give you his man-juice?" he groaned. "Would you like to make a little sister?"
"Yes, fill me, Daddy," she moaned.
He stiffened and she felt pulse after pulse of warmth coat her insides.
They fell next to each other, panting.
"That ... was fun," she gasped out.
He looked over at her, skirt still up over her hips, shirt hanging from her shoulders.
"I think I like you dressed like this best of all," Jim said.
"Oh, Daddy, don't stop!" she whispered. "Please. Please lick me."
Trisha shrieked as he dove his tongue deep into her pussy, plundering its wetness and nerves with each stroke. One hand moved up to rub her clit as he licked her, and her hands clenched the bedsheets. He pushed her legs up toward her head, exposing her ass, and his tongue slid downward to her tight asshole. It delved in, and she grew frantic. She moaned deeply as his tongue and fingers sped up. Trisha came in a rush and a gasp, shrieking, "Daddy!"
"Daddy wants to put his cock in his baby girl's pussy and make her feel REALLY good," Jim said. "Is that OK?"
"Yes, Daddy," she said. "Do it like you did before. You make me feel so special."
Climbing on top of her, straddling her hips, and pushing her skirt up, Jim reached down and tore open the blouse. The buttons flew everywhere and the white shreds covered the tops of her arms. Her breasts were then open to his gaze, and he reached down to caress them.
Trisha moaned at the lust in his eyes and the feelings that raced to her pussy when he touched her breasts. A caress to the side. A pinch to the nipple. He leaned over, and a lick between her breasts. She felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter.
"Oooo, Daddy, please ... I ... I need something!" she whispered. "Please, Daddy, make me feel good again!"
Jim obliged, kneeling between her legs and sliding his cock home. Trisha let out a deep moan as he filled her.
"Yessss," she hissed, briefly dropping out of character.
"Mmmm," Jim said. "Somebody likes Daddy-cock in her pussy."
"Daddy, it makes me feel all good-funny when you talk like that," she whispered. "Move in me again, make me feel even better. Please."
He moved slowly at first, in and out, enjoying the savor of his lover-erstwhile-daughter-pussy on his cock. She moaned, loving the illicitness of the roles they were playing.
"Talk dirty to me," Jim said. "Tell Daddy what you're feeling."
"I love when you do this to me, Daddy," Trisha said. "I love when you touch my ... pussy? ... and make me feel good. Feel special. When that special tickle comes and I get all wet down there, I love that. I love that you love doing this to me. I love making you feel special with my tongue on your ... cock."
His thrusts sped up.
"I like fucking my daddy," she said. "I like it a lot. Does Daddy like fucking his girl?"
"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Yeah I do."
He began thrusting frantically, then, harder and harder. Her pussy rippled at the using it was getting.
He reached up and grabbed a breast, pinching it hard again.
"Oh!" she cried.
She felt the orgasm beginning to build behind her knees, first, then the shivers rising to her thighs, then to a supernova explosion in her pussy. She clasped her legs around him with a scream.
"Daddy!"
"Can Daddy give you his man-juice?" he groaned. "Would you like to make a little sister?"
"Yes, fill me, Daddy," she moaned.
He stiffened and she felt pulse after pulse of warmth coat her insides.
They fell next to each other, panting.
"That ... was fun," she gasped out.
He looked over at her, skirt still up over her hips, shirt hanging from her shoulders.
"I think I like you dressed like this best of all," Jim said.
"Oh, Daddy, don't stop!" she whispered. "Please. Please lick me."
Trisha shrieked as he dove his tongue deep into her pussy, plundering its wetness and nerves with each stroke. One hand moved up to rub her clit as he licked her, and her hands clenched the bedsheets. He pushed her legs up toward her head, exposing her ass, and his tongue slid downward to her tight asshole. It delved in, and she grew frantic. She moaned deeply as his tongue and fingers sped up. Trisha came in a rush and a gasp, shrieking, "Daddy!"
"Daddy wants to put his cock in his baby girl's pussy and make her feel REALLY good," Jim said. "Is that OK?"
"Yes, Daddy," she said. "Do it like you did before. You make me feel so special."
Climbing on top of her, straddling her hips, and pushing her skirt up, Jim reached down and tore open the blouse. The buttons flew everywhere and the white shreds covered the tops of her arms. Her breasts were then open to his gaze, and he reached down to caress them.
Trisha moaned at the lust in his eyes and the feelings that raced to her pussy when he touched her breasts. A caress to the side. A pinch to the nipple. He leaned over, and a lick between her breasts. She felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter.
"Oooo, Daddy, please ... I ... I need something!" she whispered. "Please, Daddy, make me feel good again!"
Jim obliged, kneeling between her legs and sliding his cock home. Trisha let out a deep moan as he filled her.
"Yessss," she hissed, briefly dropping out of character.
"Mmmm," Jim said. "Somebody likes Daddy-cock in her pussy."
"Daddy, it makes me feel all good-funny when you talk like that," she whispered. "Move in me again, make me feel even better. Please."
He moved slowly at first, in and out, enjoying the savor of his lover-erstwhile-daughter-pussy on his cock. She moaned, loving the illicitness of the roles they were playing.
"Talk dirty to me," Jim said. "Tell Daddy what you're feeling."
"I love when you do this to me, Daddy," Trisha said. "I love when you touch my ... pussy? ... and make me feel good. Feel special. When that special tickle comes and I get all wet down there, I love that. I love that you love doing this to me. I love making you feel special with my tongue on your ... cock."
His thrusts sped up.
"I like fucking my daddy," she said. "I like it a lot. Does Daddy like fucking his girl?"
"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Yeah I do."
He began thrusting frantically, then, harder and harder. Her pussy rippled at the using it was getting.
He reached up and grabbed a breast, pinching it hard again.
"Oh!" she cried.
She felt the orgasm beginning to build behind her knees, first, then the shivers rising to her thighs, then to a supernova explosion in her pussy. She clasped her legs around him with a scream.
"Daddy!"
"Can Daddy give you his man-juice?" he groaned. "Would you like to make a little sister?"
"Yes, fill me, Daddy," she moaned.
He stiffened and she felt pulse after pulse of warmth coat her insides.
They fell next to each other, panting.
"That ... was fun," she gasped out.
He looked over at her, skirt still up over her hips, shirt hanging from her shoulders.
"I think I like you dressed like this best of all," Jim said.
"Oh, Daddy, don't stop!" she whispered. "Please. Please lick me."
Trisha shrieked as he dove his tongue deep into her pussy, plundering its wetness and nerves with each stroke. One hand moved up to rub her clit as he licked her, and her hands clenched the bedsheets. He pushed her legs up toward her head, exposing her ass, and his tongue slid downward to her tight asshole. It delved in, and she grew frantic. She moaned deeply as his tongue and fingers sped up. Trisha came in a rush and a gasp, shrieking, "Daddy!"
"Daddy wants to put his cock in his baby girl's pussy and make her feel REALLY good," Jim said. "Is that OK?"
"Yes, Daddy," she said. "Do it like you did before. You make me feel so special."
Climbing on top of her, straddling her hips, and pushing her skirt up, Jim reached down and tore open the blouse. The buttons flew everywhere and the white shreds covered the tops of her arms. Her breasts were then open to his gaze, and he reached down to caress them.
Trisha moaned at the lust in his eyes and the feelings that raced to her pussy when he touched her breasts. A caress to the side. A pinch to the nipple. He leaned over, and a lick between her breasts. She felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter.
"Oooo, Daddy, please ... I ... I need something!" she whispered. "Please, Daddy, make me feel good again!"
Jim obliged, kneeling between her legs and sliding his cock home. Trisha let out a deep moan as he filled her.
"Yessss," she hissed, briefly dropping out of character.
"Mmmm," Jim said. "Somebody likes Daddy-cock in her pussy."
"Daddy, it makes me feel all good-funny when you talk like that," she whispered. "Move in me again, make me feel even better. Please."
He moved slowly at first, in and out, enjoying the savor of his lover-erstwhile-daughter-pussy on his cock. She moaned, loving the illicitness of the roles they were playing.
"Talk dirty to me," Jim said. "Tell Daddy what you're feeling."
"I love when you do this to me, Daddy," Trisha said. "I love when you touch my ... pussy? ... and make me feel good. Feel special. When that special tickle comes and I get all wet down there, I love that. I love that you love doing this to me. I love making you feel special with my tongue on your ... cock."
His thrusts sped up.
"I like fucking my daddy," she said. "I like it a lot. Does Daddy like fucking his girl?"
"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Yeah I do."
He began thrusting frantically, then, harder and harder. Her pussy rippled at the using it was getting.
He reached up and grabbed a breast, pinching it hard again.
"Oh!" she cried.
She felt the orgasm beginning to build behind her knees, first, then the shivers rising to her thighs, then to a supernova explosion in her pussy. She clasped her legs around him with a scream.
"Daddy!"
"Can Daddy give you his man-juice?" he groaned. "Would you like to make a little sister?"
"Yes, fill me, Daddy," she moaned.
He stiffened and she felt pulse after pulse of warmth coat her insides.
They fell next to each other, panting.
"That ... was fun," she gasped out.
He looked over at her, skirt still up over her hips, shirt hanging from her shoulders.
"I think I like you dressed like this best of all," Jim said.
"Oh, Daddy, don't stop!" she whispered. "Please. Please lick me."
Trisha shrieked as he dove his tongue deep into her pussy, plundering its wetness and nerves with each stroke. One hand moved up to rub her clit as he licked her, and her hands clenched the bedsheets. He pushed her legs up toward her head, exposing her ass, and his tongue slid downward to her tight asshole. It delved in, and she grew frantic. She moaned deeply as his tongue and fingers sped up. Trisha came in a rush and a gasp, shrieking, "Daddy!"
"Daddy wants to put his cock in his baby girl's pussy and make her feel REALLY good," Jim said. "Is that OK?"
"Yes, Daddy," she said. "Do it like you did before. You make me feel so special."
Climbing on top of her, straddling her hips, and pushing her skirt up, Jim reached down and tore open the blouse. The buttons flew everywhere and the white shreds covered the tops of her arms. Her breasts were then open to his gaze, and he reached down to caress them.
Trisha moaned at the lust in his eyes and the feelings that raced to her pussy when he touched her breasts. A caress to the side. A pinch to the nipple. He leaned over, and a lick between her breasts. She felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter.
"Oooo, Daddy, please ... I ... I need something!" she whispered. "Please, Daddy, make me feel good again!"
Jim obliged, kneeling between her legs and sliding his cock home. Trisha let out a deep moan as he filled her.
"Yessss," she hissed, briefly dropping out of character.
"Mmmm," Jim said. "Somebody likes Daddy-cock in her pussy."
"Daddy, it makes me feel all good-funny when you talk like that," she whispered. "Move in me again, make me feel even better. Please."
He moved slowly at first, in and out, enjoying the savor of his lover-erstwhile-daughter-pussy on his cock. She moaned, loving the illicitness of the roles they were playing.
"Talk dirty to me," Jim said. "Tell Daddy what you're feeling."
"I love when you do this to me, Daddy," Trisha said. "I love when you touch my ... pussy? ... and make me feel good. Feel special. When that special tickle comes and I get all wet down there, I love that. I love that you love doing this to me. I love making you feel special with my tongue on your ... cock."
His thrusts sped up.
"I like fucking my daddy," she said. "I like it a lot. Does Daddy like fucking his girl?"
"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Yeah I do."
He began thrusting frantically, then, harder and harder. Her pussy rippled at the using it was getting.
He reached up and grabbed a breast, pinching it hard again.
"Oh!" she cried.
She felt the orgasm beginning to build behind her knees, first, then the shivers rising to her thighs, then to a supernova explosion in her pussy. She clasped her legs around him with a scream.
"Daddy!"
"Can Daddy give you his man-juice?" he groaned. "Would you like to make a little sister?"
"Yes, fill me, Daddy," she moaned.
He stiffened and she felt pulse after pulse of warmth coat her insides.
They fell next to each other, panting.
"That ... was fun," she gasped out.
He looked over at her, skirt still up over her hips, shirt hanging from her shoulders.
"I think I like you dressed like this best of all," Jim said.
"Oh, Daddy, don't stop!" she whispered. "Please. Please lick me."
Trisha shrieked as he dove his tongue deep into her pussy, plundering its wetness and nerves with each stroke. One hand moved up to rub her clit as he licked her, and her hands clenched the bedsheets. He pushed her legs up toward her head, exposing her ass, and his tongue slid downward to her tight asshole. It delved in, and she grew frantic. She moaned deeply as his tongue and fingers sped up. Trisha came in a rush and a gasp, shrieking, "Daddy!"
"Daddy wants to put his cock in his baby girl's pussy and make her feel REALLY good," Jim said. "Is that OK?"
"Yes, Daddy," she said. "Do it like you did before. You make me feel so special."
Climbing on top of her, straddling her hips, and pushing her skirt up, Jim reached down and tore open the blouse. The buttons flew everywhere and the white shreds covered the tops of her arms. Her breasts were then open to his gaze, and he reached down to caress them.
Trisha moaned at the lust in his eyes and the feelings that raced to her pussy when he touched her breasts. A caress to the side. A pinch to the nipple. He leaned over, and a lick between her breasts. She felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter.
"Oooo, Daddy, please ... I ... I need something!" she whispered. "Please, Daddy, make me feel good again!"
Jim obliged, kneeling between her legs and sliding his cock home. Trisha let out a deep moan as he filled her.
"Yessss," she hissed, briefly dropping out of character.
"Mmmm," Jim said. "Somebody likes Daddy-cock in her pussy."
"Daddy, it makes me feel all good-funny when you talk like that," she whispered. "Move in me again, make me feel even better. Please."
He moved slowly at first, in and out, enjoying the savor of his lover-erstwhile-daughter-pussy on his cock. She moaned, loving the illicitness of the roles they were playing.
"Talk dirty to me," Jim said. "Tell Daddy what you're feeling."
"I love when you do this to me, Daddy," Trisha said. "I love when you touch my ... pussy? ... and make me feel good. Feel special. When that special tickle comes and I get all wet down there, I love that. I love that you love doing this to me. I love making you feel special with my tongue on your ... cock."
His thrusts sped up.
"I like fucking my daddy," she said. "I like it a lot. Does Daddy like fucking his girl?"
"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Yeah I do."
He began thrusting frantically, then, harder and harder. Her pussy rippled at the using it was getting.
He reached up and grabbed a breast, pinching it hard again.
"Oh!" she cried.
She felt the orgasm beginning to build behind her knees, first, then the shivers rising to her thighs, then to a supernova explosion in her pussy. She clasped her legs around him with a scream.
"Daddy!"
"Can Daddy give you his man-juice?" he groaned. "Would you like to make a little sister?"
"Yes, fill me, Daddy," she moaned.
He stiffened and she felt pulse after pulse of warmth coat her insides.
They fell next to each other, panting.
"That ... was fun," she gasped out.
He looked over at her, skirt still up over her hips, shirt hanging from her shoulders.
"I think I like you dressed like this best of all," Jim said.
"Oh, Daddy, don't stop!" she whispered. "Please. Please lick me."
Trisha shrieked as he dove his tongue deep into her pussy, plundering its wetness and nerves with each stroke. One hand moved up to rub her clit as he licked her, and her hands clenched the bedsheets. He pushed her legs up toward her head, exposing her ass, and his tongue slid downward to her tight asshole. It delved in, and she grew frantic. She moaned deeply as his tongue and fingers sped up. Trisha came in a rush and a gasp, shrieking, "Daddy!"
"Daddy wants to put his cock in his baby girl's pussy and make her feel REALLY good," Jim said. "Is that OK?"
"Yes, Daddy," she said. "Do it like you did before. You make me feel so special."
Climbing on top of her, straddling her hips, and pushing her skirt up, Jim reached down and tore open the blouse. The buttons flew everywhere and the white shreds covered the tops of her arms. Her breasts were then open to his gaze, and he reached down to caress them.
Trisha moaned at the lust in his eyes and the feelings that raced to her pussy when he touched her breasts. A caress to the side. A pinch to the nipple. He leaned over, and a lick between her breasts. She felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter.
"Oooo, Daddy, please ... I ... I need something!" she whispered. "Please, Daddy, make me feel good again!"
Jim obliged, kneeling between her legs and sliding his cock home. Trisha let out a deep moan as he filled her.
"Yessss," she hissed, briefly dropping out of character.
"Mmmm," Jim said. "Somebody likes Daddy-cock in her pussy."
"Daddy, it makes me feel all good-funny when you talk like that," she whispered. "Move in me again, make me feel even better. Please."
He moved slowly at first, in and out, enjoying the savor of his lover-erstwhile-daughter-pussy on his cock. She moaned, loving the illicitness of the roles they were playing.
"Talk dirty to me," Jim said. "Tell Daddy what you're feeling."
"I love when you do this to me, Daddy," Trisha said. "I love when you touch my ... pussy? ... and make me feel good. Feel special. When that special tickle comes and I get all wet down there, I love that. I love that you love doing this to me. I love making you feel special with my tongue on your ... cock."
His thrusts sped up.
"I like fucking my daddy," she said. "I like it a lot. Does Daddy like fucking his girl?"
"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Yeah I do."
He began thrusting frantically, then, harder and harder. Her pussy rippled at the using it was getting.
He reached up and grabbed a breast, pinching it hard again.
"Oh!" she cried.
She felt the orgasm beginning to build behind her knees, first, then the shivers rising to her thighs, then to a supernova explosion in her pussy. She clasped her legs around him with a scream.
"Daddy!"
"Can Daddy give you his man-juice?" he groaned. "Would you like to make a little sister?"
"Yes, fill me, Daddy," she moaned.
He stiffened and she felt pulse after pulse of warmth coat her insides.
They fell next to each other, panting.
"That ... was fun," she gasped out.
He looked over at her, skirt still up over her hips, shirt hanging from her shoulders.
"I think I like you dressed like this best of all," Jim said.
"Oh, Daddy, don't stop!" she whispered. "Please. Please lick me."
Trisha shrieked as he dove his tongue deep into her pussy, plundering its wetness and nerves with each stroke. One hand moved up to rub her clit as he licked her, and her hands clenched the bedsheets. He pushed her legs up toward her head, exposing her ass, and his tongue slid downward to her tight asshole. It delved in, and she grew frantic. She moaned deeply as his tongue and fingers sped up. Trisha came in a rush and a gasp, shrieking, "Daddy!"
"Daddy wants to put his cock in his baby girl's pussy and make her feel REALLY good," Jim said. "Is that OK?"
"Yes, Daddy," she said. "Do it like you did before. You make me feel so special."
Climbing on top of her, straddling her hips, and pushing her skirt up, Jim reached down and tore open the blouse. The buttons flew everywhere and the white shreds covered the tops of her arms. Her breasts were then open to his gaze, and he reached down to caress them.
Trisha moaned at the lust in his eyes and the feelings that raced to her pussy when he touched her breasts. A caress to the side. A pinch to the nipple. He leaned over, and a lick between her breasts. She felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter.
"Oooo, Daddy, please ... I ... I need something!" she whispered. "Please, Daddy, make me feel good again!"
Jim obliged, kneeling between her legs and sliding his cock home. Trisha let out a deep moan as he filled her.
"Yessss," she hissed, briefly dropping out of character.
"Mmmm," Jim said. "Somebody likes Daddy-cock in her pussy."
"Daddy, it makes me feel all good-funny when you talk like that," she whispered. "Move in me again, make me feel even better. Please."
He moved slowly at first, in and out, enjoying the savor of his lover-erstwhile-daughter-pussy on his cock. She moaned, loving the illicitness of the roles they were playing.
"Talk dirty to me," Jim said. "Tell Daddy what you're feeling."
"I love when you do this to me, Daddy," Trisha said. "I love when you touch my ... pussy? ... and make me feel good. Feel special. When that special tickle comes and I get all wet down there, I love that. I love that you love doing this to me. I love making you feel special with my tongue on your ... cock."
His thrusts sped up.
"I like fucking my daddy," she said. "I like it a lot. Does Daddy like fucking his girl?"
"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Yeah I do."
He began thrusting frantically, then, harder and harder. Her pussy rippled at the using it was getting.
He reached up and grabbed a breast, pinching it hard again.
"Oh!" she cried.
She felt the orgasm beginning to build behind her knees, first, then the shivers rising to her thighs, then to a supernova explosion in her pussy. She clasped her legs around him with a scream.
"Daddy!"
"Can Daddy give you his man-juice?" he groaned. "Would you like to make a little sister?"
"Yes, fill me, Daddy," she moaned.
He stiffened and she felt pulse after pulse of warmth coat her insides.
They fell next to each other, panting.
"That ... was fun," she gasped out.
He looked over at her, skirt still up over her hips, shirt hanging from her shoulders.
"I think I like you dressed like this best of all," Jim said.
"Oh, Daddy, don't stop!" she whispered. "Please. Please lick me."
Trisha shrieked as he dove his tongue deep into her pussy, plundering its wetness and nerves with each stroke. One hand moved up to rub her clit as he licked her, and her hands clenched the bedsheets. He pushed her legs up toward her head, exposing her ass, and his tongue slid downward to her tight asshole. It delved in, and she grew frantic. She moaned deeply as his tongue and fingers sped up. Trisha came in a rush and a gasp, shrieking, "Daddy!"
"Daddy wants to put his cock in his baby girl's pussy and make her feel REALLY good," Jim said. "Is that OK?"
"Yes, Daddy," she said. "Do it like you did before. You make me feel so special."
Climbing on top of her, straddling her hips, and pushing her skirt up, Jim reached down and tore open the blouse. The buttons flew everywhere and the white shreds covered the tops of her arms. Her breasts were then open to his gaze, and he reached down to caress them.
Trisha moaned at the lust in his eyes and the feelings that raced to her pussy when he touched her breasts. A caress to the side. A pinch to the nipple. He leaned over, and a lick between her breasts. She felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter.
"Oooo, Daddy, please ... I ... I need something!" she whispered. "Please, Daddy, make me feel good again!"
Jim obliged, kneeling between her legs and sliding his cock home. Trisha let out a deep moan as he filled her.
"Yessss," she hissed, briefly dropping out of character.
"Mmmm," Jim said. "Somebody likes Daddy-cock in her pussy."
"Daddy, it makes me feel all good-funny when you talk like that," she whispered. "Move in me again, make me feel even better. Please."
He moved slowly at first, in and out, enjoying the savor of his lover-erstwhile-daughter-pussy on his cock. She moaned, loving the illicitness of the roles they were playing.
"Talk dirty to me," Jim said. "Tell Daddy what you're feeling."
"I love when you do this to me, Daddy," Trisha said. "I love when you touch my ... pussy? ... and make me feel good. Feel special. When that special tickle comes and I get all wet down there, I love that. I love that you love doing this to me. I love making you feel special with my tongue on your ... cock."
His thrusts sped up.
"I like fucking my daddy," she said. "I like it a lot. Does Daddy like fucking his girl?"
"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Yeah I do."
He began thrusting frantically, then, harder and harder. Her pussy rippled at the using it was getting.
He reached up and grabbed a breast, pinching it hard again.
"Oh!" she cried.
She felt the orgasm beginning to build behind her knees, first, then the shivers rising to her thighs, then to a supernova explosion in her pussy. She clasped her legs around him with a scream.
"Daddy!"
"Can Daddy give you his man-juice?" he groaned. "Would you like to make a little sister?"
"Yes, fill me, Daddy," she moaned.
He stiffened and she felt pulse after pulse of warmth coat her insides.
They fell next to each other, panting.
"That ... was fun," she gasped out.
He looked over at her, skirt still up over her hips, shirt hanging from her shoulders.
"I think I like you dressed like this best of all," Jim said.
You mean, this Kevin? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pys6OVjuRp0 and http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XJiDrpdfJQE ? Jesus.
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