She felt flushed and lurid, spying on her only daughter. Her pussy twitched around her fingers. “Fuck my ass, daddy! Shoot your cum in my butt!” Samantha came, moaning and babbling incoherently.” Fuck me daddy! FUCK MEEEE!” Her pussy juiced and spasmed. She moaned with a high pitched, sing-song, staccato burst of heavy breaths, “Ohhh-oh, ohhh-oh, ohhh-oh, ahhh, ahhh, yeeeeessssss! Mmmph! cum Mmmph! Mmmmpphhh!!” Samantha fucked her ass with her small fingers and plunged the hairbrush handle repeatedly into her juicy gash. She came hard, her limbs twitching and her soft belly heaving. Her body tingled and rocked as she her mother watched, seemingly putting on a slutty show for her peeping mother. Julie came too; the excitement of watching her daughter orgasm was too thrilling for her senses. She thrust her fingers into her wet pussy, smashing her clit and feeling her legs tremble. Her powerful orgasm enveloped her until she had to lean against the wall to keep from falling into Samantha’s room. She bit her lip hard to stifle her sounds; the fast intake of her breaths, doggystyle the involuntary squeaks from her nostrils that threatened to alarm her daughter, and to keep from moaning out loud throughout her orgasm. Julie kept a focused eye on her daughter’s throes, watching her pump those slippery teenage fingers into her tight ass. Julie bit her lip again as another wave washed over her. Julie watched her daughter fuck her hairbrush feverishly in and out of her young cunt, until the orgasmic japan tingles finally faded away, making her weak with exertion. “Whew!” Samantha said, flopping her arms and legs spread-eagle on the bed. She pulled the soaking wet brush from her tight twat and sucked her juices from it. “Mmmmm-mmm!” she moaned and then said breathlessly, “Thank you, daddy!” ‘Whew, is right, daddy!’ Julie thought, taking a huge, but quiet breath and closing the door softly behind her. She staggered away on tired, unsteady legs, confident her spying had gone unnoticed. Samantha immediately turned her head towards the sound of her door closing. It wasn’t so much as the ‘click’ of the door latch, but the slow, steady release of the taught springs and sliding metal pieces inside of the mechanism. Samantha knew the sound very well. She had heard it most all of her young life. It was how she always knew her mother was checking up on her to make sure she was asleep in bed and not reading under the covers or playing with her toys, stuffed animals or video games. Samantha would immediately pretend to be asleep when she heard the soft, stealthy, patter of feet getting louder as they got closer to her door; stopping just outside. The single squeaking floorboard that must be too high-pitched for her mother to hear. Julie almost never fooled her with the soft, almost asian silent sounds of the door opening. Then, her mother would step softly into her room to stand silently by her bed, breathing heavily in the darkness before leaving, and closing the door quietly behind her. Samantha had heard her mother stealthy movements and feeling naughty and too horny to stop, she decided to put on a slutty show for her mother. After all, she should know her daughter was grown-up now, and was ready for sex, perhaps even sex with her father! ‘That Hardcore might work!’ she thought! ‘If mom knew I wanted to have sex with dad, she might let us!’ Samantha also heard her mother’s soft exclamations and moans. She knew her mother was masturbating. Masturbating and making the same repeated squishy sounds she was making, by plunging her fingers repeatedly into her warm, wet, pussy until they orgasmed together. Samantha grinned wickedly. The slave moaned and shook and pulled his chains with no success. She got them to his ankles just as the song ended. You walked three miles to the store and three miles back carrying groceries I asked? Once he was clean she stood up and wiped her hand across her face, smearing a residue of cum across her cheeks and licking her fingers as she went. Then the screen went black and the credits began to roll. She couldn't wait to see how his shaft compared to Josh's . . . I am considering rewriting Stephanie I because I'm not happy with how it flows. His right hand encapsulated her left breast. As we talked more, he ran his hand through my chest hair as I rubbed his soft back. They were so delicious and lovely in their own ways. It brushed my clit only for a Hardcore fraction of a second. I doggystyle smiled back, and cupped my palm japan over her forehead as I poured water through her soapy, crimson strands, directing the stream away from her face as she had done so asian many times with me. I lathered the suds back into her mane, and giggled when she purred like a cat, and sank blissfully into the tub. I rushed down the stairs, my bold hair dancing about my face. “A bitch,” she said, slowly, carefully. they were starting a conflict with one another. Dawn was starting to panic, as her climax was rapidly approaching. “I don’t know… I don’t want to end up puking like last time,” Leo says. I was hitting bottom, my prick pressing against her cervix. Henry opened his mouth wide and eagerly began sucking on Daddy’s cock head, his cheeks sunken and flushed. They are celebrities across the galaxy, broadcast year on year enjoying the sadistic cruelty that some consider to be sport. “God girl, you’re going to kill me.” Willow swooned at the feel of his hot moist lips cum on the sensitive nerves in her skin. Holy crap..did she just give me permission to rub her boob too? He said he wouldn’t bow to her and he meant it. Footsteps crunched down the path. She climbed back on the bed and straddled Becky.