A trap? And, worse, my wife kept glancing at me and then nodding her head towards our daughter, inviting my ogles while Betty had that mischievous smile on her lips. Sex videos Don’t you?”
“Yes,” I groaned. “Take her,” my wife moaned as she squirmed, smearing hot cunt on Tiffany’s slumbering lips. She slept only in a pair of frilly panties, lying on her back, her firm tits rising like cones as she breathed slowly, her brassy-brown hair spilled about her pillow. It was such a beautiful sight, her tight pussy convulsing. Did she want me to? “Nevermind.”
“It would explain the salty taste,” my wife giggled. And she clenches. She gasped, sharing pleasure with our daughter, cumming on Tiffany’s sweet face. My daughter glanced in, a grin crossing her face. Her baby cunny. My head swam. My wife sucked in a deep breath, stroking me, aiming my cock, making sure each subsequent blast painted Tiffany’s small tits. Our daughter’s door was half open like last night. My wife stood in her slip. Such sweet depths held my cock. I grabbed the soap and washed fast. Tiffany let out a cute sigh, shifting on the bed, the medicine keeping her asleep. The idea of fucking our daughter popped into your head.”
“I wouldn’t.”
“Really?” Betty moved away from me.
