My wife doesn’t make art from pasta and glue. And as wide as they were, that tiny little pussy was still sealed tight. To teach people. I was fucking and choking a child, my child, my baby. My eyes were drawn to another folder, titled “Sexy”. My dick had always been bigger than average. It was my wifes job, she does all those things and knows about sickness and what to do. Her hands dropped immediately. She had no underwear on, but she knew she had some in her drawers! I was so fucking turned on by my little angel. The four foot figure of a frail, sleeping, pigtailed little lolita in the local elementary school uniform, splayed obscenely on the pink girly sheets with her pale little arse exposed and a raging, throbbing prick hovering above it.
