Gary stroked Sally’s clit with one hand while he continued to pinch her nipples with the other. Milf sex “I agree, honey.”
“I remember hearing something about Uncle Steve being a teacher,” Sally murmured as she spread her legs wide for her father’s exploring hand. Opening them, he slipped his hand inside her dress. “Good girl,” Gary groaned, beginning to sweat profusely as his hips rose to meet each of his daughter’s downward pussy-thrusts. Gary groaned. Gary’s hands gripped the girl’s quivering asscheeks, kneading and squeezing them. “Mmmmffff,” Sally responded around the thickness of her daddy’s prick. Gary pulled down his daughter’s panties and she eagerly stepped out of them. “Mmmm, Daddy,” she cooed. “Oh, God, Daddy, I won’t be able to stand it!” the teenager wailed. Let’s fuck!” Sally cried happily. “Yes, baby, really.”
“Fuck me again, Daddy! Still stroking his daughter’s pussy through her panties, he pressed them between her pussylips. “Ohhhh, yeah, Daddy, rub my clit. And he also tells me that it’s time to mend the fences between your mother and himself. She lifted her garments high,
