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She gasped into my lips, her pussy massaging me. Her pussy felt incredible. What a treasure. An utter delight. My heart beat with the excitement of making love to my daughter. Her fingers bit into my back as she writhed beneath me. She worked her hips, stirring her pussy around my cock. That wonderful, silky sheath massaged me. My dick savored it. Every plunge into her sent heat swelling down to my balls. They drank it in. I had a hentai load of cum ready to spurt into my daughter's fertile depths. We would make a baby. An incestuous joining of our flesh. My daughter broke the kiss. Her dark eyes glassy as she moaned, “Yes, yes, I love your cock in me, Daddy. Do you love my pussy?” “So fucking much,” I growled, thrusting into her hard. My balls smacked into her taint. “I love your pussy so much more than your mother's.” “She's such a whore!” my daughter gasped. “Such a bitch!” “Yes!” I growled, my wife trembling beside us. “But now she's our sex slave. She's going to please you whenever you want.” My daughter grinned at me. “Oh, Daddy, I love you so much! I always wanted you to do this! I spent so much time flirting with you, hoping something would happen. That you would see I was better than Mom.” “I see it now,” I groaned, staring into her eyes while her pussy squeezed around my dick. I kissed my daughter hard. My tongue dueled with hers. The three of them sat on the ground and chatted a bit. I slip my tongue as deep inside you as it will go. He could feel the warmth and plushness of her ass cheeks smother him. When I looked in the mirror they were quite see-through and if I opened my legs even a little bit I could see my pussy with my clit poking out and my chain hanging down. All I could focus on was the way Aunt Sheen’s huge, lovely ass cheeks wobbled and rippled as my hand smacked into them hard again and again. Next to them there were the improved mind shields Shaking his head they hentai weren't working that well either as Sam had proved cracking the best he had. I love it when the ones who resist lose.” Each of the deity's balls were cradled and given loving full body massages, their gorgeous forms squeezing them in rhythm with one another to make him moan with pleasure, "We must... create... life!" “Who am I to stop her? After 2 hours on the lake, Betsy announces “we’re getting toasted and roasted!