She Aims Her Pee At The Wineglass

He pressed the gun against her left tit, pushed it heavily against the pliant flesh. She screamed. “MOM! MOM PLEASE WAKE UP?!” Rage trembled into Roy’s hands. He shifted the gun to his left and slapped his daughter hard across her face with his open right palm. Then again. And again. And again, until she was silent. When he finally stopped, she looked up at him, her nose streaming blood as bright red as the bra on the floor. He tugged his boxers off at last, and wrapped his free hand around his daughter’s throat and squeezed. At the same time, pressed his cock against her chest, first dragging himself across her left tit, then her right, pre-cum stretching its silken web female between the head of his cock and his daughter’s nipple. Finally, he settled his penis into that soft stretch of paradise between her tits and started to grind. His mind exploded into a white mist of pleasure. I’m doing it, he thought. I’m taking what’s mine. He lifted his daughter’s chin as he humped her chest so that she looked up at him. “Look at me,” he hissed, breathless, “Look at what…you do…to daddy…” She started teen to cry again. “You ever sucked a dick before, babygirl?” “Dad…dad…” “Show me.” He pressed the gun to his daughter’s lips, and she screamed. He shoved the barrel of the gun down his daughter’s throat, fetish gagging her with it. The sound of erotic her trying to scream past the choke of it filled him with a deeper, more vicious hunger, and he fucked her chest with his cock and her mouth with the gun faster, more violently, rocking her tiny frame back and forth, back and forth, all of her belonging to him, all of her trembling beneath him. “Are you wet, yet, babygirl? Are you wet for daddy?” He pulled the gun out of her mouth and kissed her deeply, tasted her screams, then pulled away, pushed her back onto the bed. He lowered himself to the floor between her knees, gnashing and biting his piss way down her thighs, pulling the skirt down the lengths of her legs before casting it across the room. Her panties he tore away from her with his one free hand. She wants your cock so teen bad.” Amelia and Henry lost themselves in the incestuous act as they ascended into a new world of pleasure. I should kill you." But he didn’t.---- My daughter squealed fetish in delight. If I was going to do it again I’d have to make sure that nothing went wrong. After school Mommy and I would play together and then at night Daddy took care of Mommy’s needs. I mumbled trying to keep my eyes from falling back onto her chest. It was at least ten minutes before there were any signs of life. Each time his mouth moved off of one nipple to the other, the nipple was sticking out, the areola swollen and shiny from his spit and sucking. She was in shear hell. “But two hours ago you didn’t know you enjoyed pissing did you?” Miss Jones explained, “I think you need a little drink.” “Yes, yes, I will be all feminine for you,” she said and then licked her lips. This... ‘Fuck off mum I was listening to that!’ Something, female that I can just lock the door and be out of town a couple of weeks without worrying about lawn care or repairs or someone breaking into my place because they know I’m out of town.” Roger countered. Then I grabbed a bra from my bag and when I had my breasts mostly covered, I turned around to face Tammy. I was damned to hell for the worst kind of sin, and I’d spent the piss last decade of my life trying to erotic pray away the unforgivable.