Alex Sanders - Good Girls Gone Bad - Scene 3 - CDI

‘What say we go to the bedroom, kiddo?’ “I was eager to get off of the cold, slippery toilet seat, so I nodded and said, ‘Uh huh,’ and slid onto my two bare feet. I discovered that my dad wasn’t the only one weak in the knees, Trimmed and I staggered forward with a yip and a giggle. Ever my protector, my dad reached out after me and caught me in his large hands. He circled them around my chest, which was a thrill of its own, and picked me up into the air and carried me to my bedroom. I squealed with joy, and I could smell the aroma of the leaked cum wafting off of his fingers, which heightened my lustiness. “Once at my bed, Daddy tore stripping the blankets down and tossed me down like a ragdoll and I shrieked and giggled again. Instantly, I splayed out all my limbs and looked up from beneath his hovering frame. I laid there, my chest heaving, surging with adrenaline pussy licking and hormones while he stood there admiring me. “He didn’t move for some time, but after a moment, he urged quietly, ‘Say it.’ “‘What?’ I inquired, puzzled. “‘Say it, baby,’ he repeated. “Then I knew what he wanted. I blushed and bit my lip. It felt silly, for some reason, to say it in that moment. It felt naughty and I was suddenly and uncharacteristically shy. But deep within me I found the courage. I bit my thumbnail and, looking him in the eye, said with a timid grin, ‘Fuck me, Daddy.’ He exhaled slowly and bent over me, casting his large shadow over my small frame. I repeated it classic again with more enthusiasm, ‘Fuck me, Daddy,’ and he gave out a loud groan. I giggled with lusty joy as he swung his leg over me, drawing his hardened, heavy cock across my soft abdomen. My words turned into pleas, ‘Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me! I want your hard cock in my pussy. Fuck your baby girl, Daddy!’ “I felt the hot flesh of his rod inching ever closer to my leaking chalice. And at last, his swollen tip reached my crack. I could feel his warm, silky precum streaking my belly, copious, rolling down my sides in fat beads, and mixing with my own sweat and juices. My body writhed around, out of my control, trying to join with my father. “Slowly, he began to hump against me, gliding his cock along the shallow dip of my cunt, the soft banks of my labia cradling and moistening his shaft. His knobby veins pulled lightly on my clit as each one slid by. He craned his neck down to kiss me on the mouth. Not as a father and daughter normally would, but as forbidden lovers. Together we gasped and cried wordlessly into each others mouths at our mammalian rutting, all tongues and breath and spit, letting pleasure alone guide us, take us. “Finally he spoke, ‘Alright baby girl, it’s time.’ “I nodded, pleading with my eyes, ‘Yes, daddy. I need it. I need your cum.’ “Daddy lifted himself up off of me and I craned my neck up, watching between our bodies as he brought his large member into alignment with my ready hole. I felt him press into me, so I pushed my hips up in opposition. Despite my messy lubrication, it was difficult to fit him inside of my little schoolgirl snatch. When I think about it, I can still feel titty fuck him stretching me out, even today. I was questioned with only Trimmed a couple of questions such as ‘do I know the deceased’ and ‘how did the guy end up at our outer gate’? Now I could see the hairs above her mound. “I noticed something about you when you were writhing atop Miss Blake classic and getting ass-fucked by Ms. Constance,” Ms. Rowbottom said. “I’ll work for you on one condition.” “But you stayed by the side of the road tonight,” he said. "Yeah, but there is no way I'm getting out of here in this rain" she whispered back. Look her up. And then I was alone, yet again. Anyone going into that bathroom at that time knew why they were going there. titty fuck It was a black tank top and red lace bra very visible in the cleavage and on the shoulder, red silk and lace Brazilian style panties and a very tight pair of blue jeans that would stop traffic. "Now it's your turn." Bast stated. Thoughts of ripping off Alex’s clothes and playing with his genitals dominated my mind that day as I strummed myself to stripping ecstasy. Carstairs returned with a crisply laundered pussy licking servant’s smock, grey with no buttons or laces it simply went over her head. As they left rather rapidly before Hoss could change his mind (Hoss sent one of the girls as a runner to inform Petty.) She was kissing me, rubbing her wet cunt against my leg and cock. Early in the morning, before either of them woke up, he had a small emission from the sensations of feeling her rear cleft massaging his member.