I grew up in a small Mexican town just outside of Ixtapa on the west coast of Mexico. Sex videos Sometimes he’d have me stay there and eat my meal while sitting on his lap, with his semi-hard shaft still inside me, and cum dripping down his ball sack and onto the floor. Santiago opened the driver’s side door and climbed in, while Victor pulled me into the passenger seat with him. We’d have to be a little careful, though, because his wife would pop into the shop on occasion to bring his lunch or work on the books. When we ate meals at the dinner table, my father would sometimes pull me onto his lap, slipping his hands under my shirt to squeeze my tits, and even pulling his cock out of his pants and making me stroke it. My mother was obviously aware of all this, but ignored it. As my heavy boobs swung in rhythm to the rocking of the truck cab, Victor reached around the front of my shorts, unbuckled my belt, opened my snaps, and unzipped my zipper.
