“Daddy,” I cooed. Milf porn It had been so long and boring from the East Coast out to California. To seal those wonderful lips on my mouth and make me shudder in delight. Daddy kissed me with hunger as he squeezed me through the apron. I hit it and floated on the bliss, so happy. I cried out in rapture, my mind drowning for the hundredth time, or so it seemed. I felt my pussy lips separating. I had to fight my balance, but I was committed to hop on one foot for my daddy. His hands grabbed them. When I saw you at baggage claim, I couldn’t believe how much you had developed.”
“Mmm, I have tits now,” I said, sliding my hands up the front of the apron to squeezed them through the cloth. I loved the puzzle game. So I made an inventory of what was on hand and planned it out. I melted into his lips, so glad that I had understood just what a daddy’s girl was supposed to do.
