Brutal Gag Abuse

I wouldn't let him get away. He would be mine. “Well, I, uh, need to get going, too,” Daddy said, heading for the door. I hooked his arm and stopped him. “You are not going anywhere. I want you. It is happening, Daddy.” “Mercedes!” he gasped. “What we did... We can't do it again.” “Oh, we can,” I said. “And we're going to do more.” I released him and grabbed the bottom of my belly shirt. I pulled it up. My breasts popped out, round and firm. His eyes bulged as he stared at my tits. “Mmm, Deep throat see how young and firm these are.” He groaned, a gurgling sound. It was so hot the way pov he stared at my titties. He couldn't look away. “Touch them,” I purred as I unsnapped the fastener of my short shorts. “Feel them. They're perky teen and delicious, Daddy.” I bounced on my heels, making my boobs jiggle. His hands drifted to my tits almost like they had a mind of their own. They probably could have carried all of it, but my manly pride insisted I show off. “Fair 'nough,” he said. She planted her nude body right on top of him and began to kiss him and tongue him vigorously. She scrubbed at her mouth with the back of her hand. We eventually broke from the kiss and I went back to working on his cock. She distantly heard Amber wail lost in the throws of her teen own orgasm, but all she could think and feel was the huge storm Deep throat of her own orgasm and Michael's cock Pistoning inside her cumming cunt. After we'd finished both, I told her I was going to go wash the chemicals off. Hell, even what men are like. What the orgasm was for pleasure the torturegasm was for pain: a culmination, a pinnacle, a peak. Outside, the alarm bells began to toll. We grabbed our purses and got the pov hell out of there quickly. “I told this nigglet to take what I give her.” Daniel says. I lifted his cock up and licked it from its base to the crown. The waxing had hurt initially but now she was feeling silky and sexy. I know that Yewubdar craves death, but Ingrid was lying to me”! He said to me, “Stow it, son, you’re practically an adult now. She ran toward the foot bridge...maybe her parents had gone back to the car? I’ve got the mental profiles of tons of women that’ve been raped downloaded into my memory, and have been raped myself. “I'm wiped out. So telling him how I feel about it helps.” By the time we get dressed Abigail comes down with the boys.