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  • Then I felt the bed move and my legs were pushed even further apart. I had been lying there all exposed. I mean, I had cum so hard I couldn't move and was just lying there completely exposed to my father's gaze. The bed moved again and I heard another zipper. What could I do or say? I felt another hard cock poking at me and instinctually reached down to guide it, hoping to come hard again. I was surprised that my father's cock was even bigger than Ferris's. I amateur wasn't a cock expert, not yet, but my hand barely fit around this one and it seemed twice as long. "I'm going to teach you a lesson," he said again. Then he pushed inside, but he didn't seem to fit, even as wet as I was. He pushed again, stretching me. I kept my eyes closed, wondering about all this, anxious now for my lesson. He withdrew and pushed again, a little deeper. He was really big and hurt me. "It hurts, Daddy," I said. "I want to hurt you. You've been a dirty little slut and need to learn your lesson," and he pushed harder into me. Now his face was on mine and he kept thrusting, it was delicious and I was dizzy again...Each time he fucked me he said, in a rhythm“You”...thrust...”little”...thrust...”slut!” I held on to him and began to shake. But as he kept at me he kissed me on the mouth and whispered that he liked fucking me. That I had a body made for fucking and cuming; that my cunt was tight on him. My mind was racing and my body was still hot and started getting hotter. I raised my hips involuntarily. I flexed my cunt muscles to hold him. "It feels good doesn't it?" he said. I nodded. If I was going to be taught a lesson I was going to enjoy it. He was thrusting in a slow rhythm, whispering those words and then faster each time and each time going deeper. I wanted to know more about her. Master yells out “OK Boys. A young guy in teens came and suggested to take his Activa. “Please, Daddy, I’m begging.” She slid her hands accross my torso as she rose. I wasn’t actually getting nice feelings from the intercourse itself; I couldn’t feel very much, no matter how tight it felt. I began to pant like a dog on a hot summer day as I pushed my thrust-up rump backwards against her face, urging her ever deeper into my clutching rectal depths. I didn't, but he'd also changed me. I looked at it from a rational view. I didn't think anything wrong with it. “Are you going to expel me?” It looks like I am just a dog after all. I knew that she liked flowers, but the audacity of him to use me to find out what my wife liked so that he could seduce her! “My boss bought it. And masturbating while watching is a bonus. He glanced at me and smiled. The voice muttered before falling back asleep. I’ve been e-commuting to school so I could take care of him. Is there some way you can confirm your story?" Can I look now? Suddenly, I hear voices. No more pretense is left in her voice, only the carnal sound of her amateur pleasure. It would also give me plenty of time to have my way with Kathleen before I checked on Vestus again. But we too, have been going “au natural” as well, even with Kyle around. “So far that all sounds nice, but I have to pay bills,” he tells me. I know that I have him at this point. Clint typed that in and then attached the video file to the text message and typed: “This is Zoey.