Feet smacked on stage. Blowjob sex “Oh, this is wonderful, Daddy,” I squealed, threw my arms around his neck, and kissed him soundly. If the Right Honorable Reverend Gary Powell enjoyed sinning, why shouldn’t his eighteen-year-old daughter? I shuddered, my hips shaking, undulating, my cunt gripping Ricky’s cock as the pleasure surged through me. I was such a whore. What a cock. I noticed Mommy as she peered through the curtain, her body shaking, cumming as she watched her daughter writhe between two men. And very little makeup. She stroked my blonde curls spread about her large tits. He could never love a whore like Daddy could. I tempted them. It splattered me, painted me. A thick, black shaft thrusting from his crotch, Mommy’s pale fingers wrapped about the dick. Better than Daddy’s dick.”
“Of course the Right Honorable Gary Powell’s fucked his daughter,” he growled. I could hear how much he despised me, how little he thought of me. What a cock. I shuddered, savoring how filthy I
