Indian Homemaker’s Traditional Talents

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Steve marvels at this tiny woman beneath him while his hands squeeze and caress her firm young ass cheeks. The apartment is quiet. The girl’s legs are spread wide showing her shaved private. Steve kisses his daughter on the lips, a very non-fatherly kiss. Then he goes to his dresser and pulls out a bottle of lube. She was a perfect mix of her mom and dad. “Daddy, what are we doing?” asks Amy. Amy runs from the room mortified. Just the thought gave her little pussy a tingle, if she wasn’t careful she’d soak another pair of panties, this time Tinkerbell. The smell of hot young pussy, sweat, piss, ass, and lube fills his nose creating a cocktail that energizes him and fills him with lust. Piss jets out hitting Amy’s shorts adding to her mess, he aims higher toward her light pink tank top, the wet material revealing his daughter’s tiny braless nipples poking even harder through the fabric. Her ass stretched around her dad’s dick feels awesome even though it hurts. Her pussy began drenching her panties. Coming back to the bed, Steve climbs up

Indian Homemaker’s Traditional Talents