fisticuff

Sarah flopped down on the couch and started scrolling on her phone. She knew she should be doing her homework, or some after workout stretches but she was in a bad mood tonight and wasn’t about to do anything productive. All the girls in her volleyball team had spent practice gossiping about their boyfriends or the boys that they were into while Sarah just had to smile and listen. It wasn’t as if she wasn’t interested in those types of things, but she could do without the snide remarks they made about her being the only one without a boyfriend or even having a crush yet. She’d watched porn and masturbated, but with the way the other girls talked about guys and sex, she couldn’t understand the hype. Whatever itch it scratched for them just didn’t exist the same way for her.

“Should I make us both a coffee this morning then?”As he turned to start making his morning coffee only then did she dare to look up.

Daddy was incredible, with stamina that truly had to be seen to be believed, but not even he could resist my tight little pussy forever. He started groaning, his grip on my ass tightening noticeably. I tiredly pushed myself up from Mommy's chest, and just as we'd planned. Daddy reached under to grab me by my titties instead, squeezing hard and lifting me to pin me back against his chest, kissing me passionately on the lips as I turned to meet him over my shoulder. Mommy didn't know where to look, eyes darting rapidly between our kiss, my titties, and the huge, throbbing monster violently reaming my tiny, delicate little hole. I knew where my attention would have been focused! But she was still too blown away to be thinking clearly yet, so as I felt Daddy getting even closer I decided to help her out.