anna slade

At this point it was obviously becoming a bad habit, but Sarah had been following her urges this whole time and she wasn’t about to stop. Finally stretching to its limit, her father’s penis bumped up against her lips and nose.And she smelled it.And it was like nothing she had smelled before.Indescribable.

He gave the man a hard poke in the chest while smoke wafted from the cigarette between his fingers, then leaned in with bloodlust radiating from every word hissed with his icy voice. “Notice that I haven’t asked your name yet, even though I gave you mine? It’s because you don’t have a name to me. To me, you’re just ‘Bitch’, the sniveling little Bitch who decided to come in here and ruin my evening, talking awfully big game for someone in skull-fucking range. That’s what’ll be engraved on your tombstone: ‘Here lies Bitch. Cause of death: got skull-fucked until his brains leaked out of his ears.’ Shit, I’ll carve the engraving myself. Now I suggest you get the fuck out before I use your eye sockets like a whore’s ass!”

I crawled slowly forward, slipping out of Daddy's grip and reluctantly peeling myself off his still-hard cock. I don't think Mom really understood what I was intending, she was still too wrapped up in what she'd just seen, but by the time my cummy little pussy was over her breasts, and I still hadn't stopped, I think she figured it out.