A nasty whore. Blowjob sex “With an American slut?”
“Maybe he likes watching,” I said, patting his crotch. I faced the tall, dark-haired youth who’d started me down this road of slut-training my daughter. My pussy clamped down on Clint’s dick. It felt so naughty feeling the panties on me. Of course, she wore her hijab. I’ve seen you staring at me all this year. I didn’t know. The fabric felt so wonderful on me as it swayed down to my hips. I whimpered as he led me right to it. Bring your friends over. My eyes fluttered. My tits jiggled with my every movement. What a hot sight. She even was leaving her blouse partly unbuttoned, showing off those nice tits of her. I stared at Daddy as the pleasure exploded through me. I practically threw myself into the changing room, my hijab swaying about my shoulders. Of course, she wore her hijab. She wasn’t as complete a slut as I was. Just to make sure.
