Gail My Beautiful Daughter
of
Mashruba Siddiqua.
genre
incest
He had watched his daughter on more than one occasion, watched her as a man watches a woman and not as a father looking at their off-spring. He knew how long he had hungered after her body and something inside of him clicked, all the gears and thought processes locking into place. Lois was gone. Gary wasn't expected back and now, it seemed as if he had the perfect opportunity. Ever since he had noticed Gail spying on him when he was in bed with Lois, Bret had been determined to get the one thing he had never touched, the one thing he had long been afraid of, namely, Gail's snatch.
Taking a last look in the mirror, he was pleased to see how his cock made a really enormous and prominent bulge in the tight pants he had decided to wear. It was exactly what he had in mind. Returning to the living room, he sat down on the couch, squeezing right between Sharon and Debbie. Gail came back from the kitchen with some ice cubes and soda and she poured them all a drink. Bret noticed how surprised she seemed to find him sitting there, right next to her two friends. But if she found his presence unusual, she didn't say anything. Rather, she looked at him with something akin to curious interest, sitting down in the club chair not far from the couch. Bret could feel himself getting more and more worked up. He had never done anything faintly erotic with his daughter and the idea of having sex with her and her two friends seemed almost too wild to comprehend, to believe that it might even be possible. Had he known about Gail's feelings, especially since she had seen him being sucked off by her mother, Bret would certainly have felt differently, but he was as ignorant of her desire for him as she was of his hopes of getting between her legs.
Nevertheless, he kept picturing what it might be like to carry on with all three youngsters and the idea of having them, all at once and all together, was so staggering and exciting that his cock kept throbbing, twitching as it hung down against one thigh. "Where's Mother?" Gail asked, her eyes riveted between her father's legs, glued to the prominent thick bulge in his pants. Bret caught her staring, wondering what she was up to. She had never been so daring, so brazen as right at this moment, almost as if she was reading his mind. "She went to get her hair done," he replied. "She won't be back for hours, not until this evening." "And we're all alone," Gail said, clicking her tongue. Bret didn't know what to make of it. He wondered if his daughter had planned this all in advance, if she intended to do exactly what he most desired. "That's right," he told them and they suddenly got quiet. "It's just the two of us and no one else." "And do you know what I think about when I'm alone? Do you have any idea?" He turned to Gail, who sat in her chair, looking up at him intently, as if she was trying to figure out her father's next move.
Moving towards her on his bare feet, he walked languid and cat-like. "What do you ...?" and Gail stopped as Bret drew up in front of her. "What do I what?" he asked. "Think about, when you're alone," she stammered, turning red. "Oh, I think about how you used to sit on my lap when you were a brat," Bret replied with a laugh. "Want to try it again?" Hesitantly, Gail got to her feet and her father sat down in the chair. Then, she rested her ass on top of his lap and he immediately put his hands around her waist, holding her against him as he watched her friends, curious to see how they would react. As for Gail, she pushed down and winced as she felt something long and hard against her bottom. She didn't have to think twice to know what it was. Her father, she realized with a little gasp of shock and pleasure all rolled into one, had a wonderfully enormous hard-on. And right at that moment it was pressing hotly against the crack between the cheeks of her ass.
Bret felt his daughter's warm ripe body sitting on top of him and his cock began to burn with a fierceness that soon grew uncomfortable. It was struggling to get out of his pants and as they all sat there, strangely silent, he moved his hands higher up along her chest, edging closer to the two round mounds of her tits. Then, throwing all caution to the wind and hoping that he wasn't making a mistake, Bret took hold of one of Gail's hands, spread his legs apart and pressed it down right against the rounded bulge in front of his. She stiffened against him and he whispered in her ear, "See how excited I can get?" At first, all he heard was the stereo. There was an incredibly deadening silence in the room, punctuated only by his heavy breathing. But then, Gail began to show her true colors. Her fingers had not moved away from the bulge of her father's hard rampant cock, even when he dropped his hand onto her lap.
Rather, she kept her fingers in place, edging off of him so that they sat squeezed together on the chair, side by side. Slowly and tentatively she moved her hand about, feeling, kneading, judging the very shape and thickness, the size of her father's huge virile organ. Bret was breathing deeply, and he spread his legs wider apart, hearing his heart beating wildly as his daughter pressed her lush woman's body against him, feeling him up at the same time. "That's a joke, isn't it?" she asked with a laugh, looking up at him. "I mean, it's not real, is it?" "Oh, its very real. A hundred per cent meat," Bret told her, laughing self- consciously at the crudeness of his joke. "Daddy, you're just incredible!" Gail said with admiration welling up in her voice. "You're almost as big as Paolo and shit, he's hung like a fucking horse!" Although he was instantly shocked to know that Gail wasn't the innocent girl he had always imagined her to be, Bret now saw that he could get his way and have anything he wanted from her.
Perhaps it was the admiration in her voice, perhaps her honesty or the way she played and fondled with his bulging hard-on, but whatever it was, Bret suddenly lost all sense of decency or control. He lunged sideways, throwing himself down against her, grinding his body on top of her as his hands grappled for her tits, pulling them hard as he tried to unbutton her blouse. Gail, not surprisingly, offered little if any resistance. She seemed to look over her shoulder at her friends, before turning back to her father. Then, Bret felt her arms encircling his back as he leaned against her, unbuttoning her blouse with fumbling, wildly excited fingers, groping madly for her lush swelling tits. He thrust one hand inside her blouse and felt one of her boobs, firm and round, covered by nothing, nothing at all. And as he squeezed her ripe heavy breast, he began to pant. The very touch of her body sent back charges of electricity through his fingertips. He had hungered about Gail for so very long and now he wasn't about to let her slip through his fingers. Her giggles filled his ears and the blood rushed to Bret's head, making him giddy, heady, filled with delight and sensuous abandon. He reached behind Gail as she leaned forward, deftly helping her slip her arms out of her blouse.
Then, he lowered the blouse right off, throwing it onto the floor. What delight! What fantastic boobs awaited his sight! Gail's tits were creamy, pure white, capped by beautiful little dark red nipples which stood out, taut and firm beneath his touch. Bret rolled one after the other between his thumb and forefinger and Gail twisted in her seat, moaning softly. He cupped her high swollen mounds and felt them, fondled them, toyed and squeezed her full ripe boobs until his daughter was panting, breathing down his neck and arching her hips up against his crotch with a spasmodic kind of fuck- hunger and sexual intensity. Then, Bret bent lower, opening his mouth and thrusting out his tongue, lapping and slurping excitedly on his daughter's lush round mounds. Bret felt insatiable, no longer in control of his senses.
Grabbing Gail around the waist, he pulled her down to the floor, climbing on top of her and panting, dry humping her with quick jabbing stokes as he felt the outline of his huge pole bearing down upon the V-shaped mound which lay, still hidden, between her supple thighs. As for Gail, she was attempting to pull off Bret's trousers. She reached underneath him and quickly unbuttoned the top fastener, pulling the zipper down as well. Then, the two of them worked in unison, tugging at the tight-fitting pants legs until he lifted his body an inch off of Gail's moaning tossing figure and let his snug fitting trousers slide down off of his hips, down over his buttocks, his thighs, until finally they were wrenched completely off with a tug and he was naked, absolutely stark naked. Bret kept humping his daughter, reaching down in an effort to pull up her skirt. He was so excited that he couldn't stop what he was doing and her loud whimpers and groans of delight filled his ears like music. His cock stuck up against his belly, like a huge column of ivory-white meat that quivered and pulsated violently. He got to his feet, and looked down at Gail, his daughter, his beauty, the one he had lusted after for so very long.
He knew that he had to take her first, that he had to give her the first spurts, the first gush of his come. Bending down, he pulled off her mini skirt, leaving her lying there on the floor, clad only in lime green panties. Behind them lay the shadow of her pussy and Bret lay down on the floor, pulled his daughter's legs apart and stretched out in front of her, his cock against the carpet as he lowered his head and suddenly thrust his mouth right between her legs, sucking on her pussy, pulling the panties into his throat as he felt her pubic hairs and licked harder, trying to stuff all of her cunt between his eager hungry lips. "Too much, what a fucking humpy body, what a tongue," Gail sighed with pleasure, clamping her ankles over his back, massaging his ass, running her fingers around his muscular buttocks as he trembled with joy and sexual vitality.
Quickly, not wanting to go without Gail's pussy for another minute, Bret pulled her panties down and as she kicked them off of her ankles, he opened his mouth wide, gasping with pleasure at the sight of the most perfect cunt he had ever seen in all of his life. Curls and ringlets of fleecy hair formed an impossibly perfect triangle around her mound. And as Bret pawed through the soft hair, he stared at a pair of smooth-edged and slightly puffy pink lips, clenched tightly together like the lips of a pouting mouth. Without saying another word, he threw her legs up in the air and buried right down, his mouth chomping, clamping onto her pussy as he spread her thighs wide and used his fingers to pull apart the outer folds of her downy snatch. There, poking out from the lush creases of her vulva was her clitoris, a short wiggling little knob of flesh that looked too good to resist. Quickly, Bret sucked it right up into his mouth, curling his tongue around the little delectable morsel of cunt-flesh until he thought Gail would come, she was crying out so loudly, shaking and thrashing about on the floor. "Suck on it, eat me!" she screamed like a fucking cock-starved bitch. "Make me come, daddy. Oh what a fucking hot mouth you have.
So wet, so nice oh I need you. I have to feel your cock inside of me. Oh, it's so nice and big it'll feel so good, daddy, so good." Bret listened, smiled and licked and sponged his daughter's fantastically beautiful love fruit. He could have gone on for ever. But Bret's penis was filled with blood, ready to explode. He just didn't want to waste any more time. "Baby, now," he said, looking up at Gail who lay on the floor, already covered with sweat, cunt-juice trickling down over her pussy. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been balled before. See this?" and he pulled his cock out of her mouth and brandished it like a spear before his daughter's startled and wide-open eyes. "Oh do it, Daddy. I can't wait. Fuck me! Fuck me forever, forever!" she suddenly screamed. Bret mounted her quickly as the other girls pulled away, breathless, watching with incredible excitement as both of them thrust fingers down into their soft wet honey pots, never having witnessed such a display of overt sexuality.
Holding his cock steady with one hand as Gail lifted her legs high, locking her ankles around his sweaty back, Bret lowered himself slowly, guiding the round flaming head of his enormous penis down to the gaping and open pit of her vagina. Slowly, the glans wedged itself tightly, fitting like a glove between the two outer lips of his daughter's snatch. A low-pitched moan escaped from between Gail's lips and the tightness increased until Bret was frictioning up against her clitoris, pushing down once again and watching with a smile on his lips as more and more of his thick nine-incher disappeared between her legs. "Oh daddy, daddy," she cried. "Give it to me. Fill me oh I want you so badly, oh shit it feels so big you'll pull me in half, you'll rip me apart with a fucking beautiful cock. Give me more, more!" she babbled on.
Bret suddenly thrust forward with a wicked laugh and a piercing lurch, impaling her as she stiffened, her eyes, rolling up in her head as every last enormous inch of his massive and unwieldy penis thrust itself down into the very depths, the very farthest reaches of her glorious adolescent pussy. He hit something at the end of her canal and finally stopped, his hairy pubic bush rubbing against her fleecy curls as he grabbed hold of her tits and began to piston quickly in and out of her hot gaping hole. "Man, oh man I can taste it, it's everywhere. Everywhere!" Gail shouted out as Bret lowered his head and began to suck on her beautiful ripe boobs.
The feeling of Gail's cunt around his prick was fantastic and that, of course, was the most important, the most delightful. It was incredibly tight, angled straight down without curves, slick and slippery and enveloping his cock like the most perfectly fitting sheath. Bret pounded away, ramming harder and faster with each succeeding stroke as Gail worked her muscles, clamping her father's cock down into her fantastically hot tight snatch. Bret couldn't control himself and suddenly he screamed out that he was going to come. "Move your ass, baby. Your muscles, come with me oh god it feels so good, Gail, so good," he moaned loudly, thrusting away until finally, it happened. His come was churning, gushing up the length of his enormous hose until it spurted thickly, deep into the farthest recesses of his daughter's vagina.
He shook and rattled on top of her, screaming, "Now. Gail do it now I'm coming holy shit motherfucker I'm spraying, shooting. Fucking hot white come it feels so nice, so hot and tight my darling baby." "Give it to me, daddy," Gail begged, arching her hips and hugging her father as she too began to feel the effects of her orgasm. Bret was beyond help, his jism cascading like a fountain, splattering the walls of his daughter's battered vagina as a climax of amazing force and intensity began to consume him. He couldn't say anything else. His cock pulsated, quivered and trembled inside of her as he just kept shooting. Six, seven, eight, nine times his penis spurted, ejaculating with super-human force and discharging more come than he had ever shot in all of his life. Finally he lay down on top of her, unable to move. He wondered how lucky he was to have such a wonderful, sexy daughter like Gail.
Taking a last look in the mirror, he was pleased to see how his cock made a really enormous and prominent bulge in the tight pants he had decided to wear. It was exactly what he had in mind. Returning to the living room, he sat down on the couch, squeezing right between Sharon and Debbie. Gail came back from the kitchen with some ice cubes and soda and she poured them all a drink. Bret noticed how surprised she seemed to find him sitting there, right next to her two friends. But if she found his presence unusual, she didn't say anything. Rather, she looked at him with something akin to curious interest, sitting down in the club chair not far from the couch. Bret could feel himself getting more and more worked up. He had never done anything faintly erotic with his daughter and the idea of having sex with her and her two friends seemed almost too wild to comprehend, to believe that it might even be possible. Had he known about Gail's feelings, especially since she had seen him being sucked off by her mother, Bret would certainly have felt differently, but he was as ignorant of her desire for him as she was of his hopes of getting between her legs.
Nevertheless, he kept picturing what it might be like to carry on with all three youngsters and the idea of having them, all at once and all together, was so staggering and exciting that his cock kept throbbing, twitching as it hung down against one thigh. "Where's Mother?" Gail asked, her eyes riveted between her father's legs, glued to the prominent thick bulge in his pants. Bret caught her staring, wondering what she was up to. She had never been so daring, so brazen as right at this moment, almost as if she was reading his mind. "She went to get her hair done," he replied. "She won't be back for hours, not until this evening." "And we're all alone," Gail said, clicking her tongue. Bret didn't know what to make of it. He wondered if his daughter had planned this all in advance, if she intended to do exactly what he most desired. "That's right," he told them and they suddenly got quiet. "It's just the two of us and no one else." "And do you know what I think about when I'm alone? Do you have any idea?" He turned to Gail, who sat in her chair, looking up at him intently, as if she was trying to figure out her father's next move.
Moving towards her on his bare feet, he walked languid and cat-like. "What do you ...?" and Gail stopped as Bret drew up in front of her. "What do I what?" he asked. "Think about, when you're alone," she stammered, turning red. "Oh, I think about how you used to sit on my lap when you were a brat," Bret replied with a laugh. "Want to try it again?" Hesitantly, Gail got to her feet and her father sat down in the chair. Then, she rested her ass on top of his lap and he immediately put his hands around her waist, holding her against him as he watched her friends, curious to see how they would react. As for Gail, she pushed down and winced as she felt something long and hard against her bottom. She didn't have to think twice to know what it was. Her father, she realized with a little gasp of shock and pleasure all rolled into one, had a wonderfully enormous hard-on. And right at that moment it was pressing hotly against the crack between the cheeks of her ass.
Bret felt his daughter's warm ripe body sitting on top of him and his cock began to burn with a fierceness that soon grew uncomfortable. It was struggling to get out of his pants and as they all sat there, strangely silent, he moved his hands higher up along her chest, edging closer to the two round mounds of her tits. Then, throwing all caution to the wind and hoping that he wasn't making a mistake, Bret took hold of one of Gail's hands, spread his legs apart and pressed it down right against the rounded bulge in front of his. She stiffened against him and he whispered in her ear, "See how excited I can get?" At first, all he heard was the stereo. There was an incredibly deadening silence in the room, punctuated only by his heavy breathing. But then, Gail began to show her true colors. Her fingers had not moved away from the bulge of her father's hard rampant cock, even when he dropped his hand onto her lap.
Rather, she kept her fingers in place, edging off of him so that they sat squeezed together on the chair, side by side. Slowly and tentatively she moved her hand about, feeling, kneading, judging the very shape and thickness, the size of her father's huge virile organ. Bret was breathing deeply, and he spread his legs wider apart, hearing his heart beating wildly as his daughter pressed her lush woman's body against him, feeling him up at the same time. "That's a joke, isn't it?" she asked with a laugh, looking up at him. "I mean, it's not real, is it?" "Oh, its very real. A hundred per cent meat," Bret told her, laughing self- consciously at the crudeness of his joke. "Daddy, you're just incredible!" Gail said with admiration welling up in her voice. "You're almost as big as Paolo and shit, he's hung like a fucking horse!" Although he was instantly shocked to know that Gail wasn't the innocent girl he had always imagined her to be, Bret now saw that he could get his way and have anything he wanted from her.
Perhaps it was the admiration in her voice, perhaps her honesty or the way she played and fondled with his bulging hard-on, but whatever it was, Bret suddenly lost all sense of decency or control. He lunged sideways, throwing himself down against her, grinding his body on top of her as his hands grappled for her tits, pulling them hard as he tried to unbutton her blouse. Gail, not surprisingly, offered little if any resistance. She seemed to look over her shoulder at her friends, before turning back to her father. Then, Bret felt her arms encircling his back as he leaned against her, unbuttoning her blouse with fumbling, wildly excited fingers, groping madly for her lush swelling tits. He thrust one hand inside her blouse and felt one of her boobs, firm and round, covered by nothing, nothing at all. And as he squeezed her ripe heavy breast, he began to pant. The very touch of her body sent back charges of electricity through his fingertips. He had hungered about Gail for so very long and now he wasn't about to let her slip through his fingers. Her giggles filled his ears and the blood rushed to Bret's head, making him giddy, heady, filled with delight and sensuous abandon. He reached behind Gail as she leaned forward, deftly helping her slip her arms out of her blouse.
Then, he lowered the blouse right off, throwing it onto the floor. What delight! What fantastic boobs awaited his sight! Gail's tits were creamy, pure white, capped by beautiful little dark red nipples which stood out, taut and firm beneath his touch. Bret rolled one after the other between his thumb and forefinger and Gail twisted in her seat, moaning softly. He cupped her high swollen mounds and felt them, fondled them, toyed and squeezed her full ripe boobs until his daughter was panting, breathing down his neck and arching her hips up against his crotch with a spasmodic kind of fuck- hunger and sexual intensity. Then, Bret bent lower, opening his mouth and thrusting out his tongue, lapping and slurping excitedly on his daughter's lush round mounds. Bret felt insatiable, no longer in control of his senses.
Grabbing Gail around the waist, he pulled her down to the floor, climbing on top of her and panting, dry humping her with quick jabbing stokes as he felt the outline of his huge pole bearing down upon the V-shaped mound which lay, still hidden, between her supple thighs. As for Gail, she was attempting to pull off Bret's trousers. She reached underneath him and quickly unbuttoned the top fastener, pulling the zipper down as well. Then, the two of them worked in unison, tugging at the tight-fitting pants legs until he lifted his body an inch off of Gail's moaning tossing figure and let his snug fitting trousers slide down off of his hips, down over his buttocks, his thighs, until finally they were wrenched completely off with a tug and he was naked, absolutely stark naked. Bret kept humping his daughter, reaching down in an effort to pull up her skirt. He was so excited that he couldn't stop what he was doing and her loud whimpers and groans of delight filled his ears like music. His cock stuck up against his belly, like a huge column of ivory-white meat that quivered and pulsated violently. He got to his feet, and looked down at Gail, his daughter, his beauty, the one he had lusted after for so very long.
He knew that he had to take her first, that he had to give her the first spurts, the first gush of his come. Bending down, he pulled off her mini skirt, leaving her lying there on the floor, clad only in lime green panties. Behind them lay the shadow of her pussy and Bret lay down on the floor, pulled his daughter's legs apart and stretched out in front of her, his cock against the carpet as he lowered his head and suddenly thrust his mouth right between her legs, sucking on her pussy, pulling the panties into his throat as he felt her pubic hairs and licked harder, trying to stuff all of her cunt between his eager hungry lips. "Too much, what a fucking humpy body, what a tongue," Gail sighed with pleasure, clamping her ankles over his back, massaging his ass, running her fingers around his muscular buttocks as he trembled with joy and sexual vitality.
Quickly, not wanting to go without Gail's pussy for another minute, Bret pulled her panties down and as she kicked them off of her ankles, he opened his mouth wide, gasping with pleasure at the sight of the most perfect cunt he had ever seen in all of his life. Curls and ringlets of fleecy hair formed an impossibly perfect triangle around her mound. And as Bret pawed through the soft hair, he stared at a pair of smooth-edged and slightly puffy pink lips, clenched tightly together like the lips of a pouting mouth. Without saying another word, he threw her legs up in the air and buried right down, his mouth chomping, clamping onto her pussy as he spread her thighs wide and used his fingers to pull apart the outer folds of her downy snatch. There, poking out from the lush creases of her vulva was her clitoris, a short wiggling little knob of flesh that looked too good to resist. Quickly, Bret sucked it right up into his mouth, curling his tongue around the little delectable morsel of cunt-flesh until he thought Gail would come, she was crying out so loudly, shaking and thrashing about on the floor. "Suck on it, eat me!" she screamed like a fucking cock-starved bitch. "Make me come, daddy. Oh what a fucking hot mouth you have.
So wet, so nice oh I need you. I have to feel your cock inside of me. Oh, it's so nice and big it'll feel so good, daddy, so good." Bret listened, smiled and licked and sponged his daughter's fantastically beautiful love fruit. He could have gone on for ever. But Bret's penis was filled with blood, ready to explode. He just didn't want to waste any more time. "Baby, now," he said, looking up at Gail who lay on the floor, already covered with sweat, cunt-juice trickling down over her pussy. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been balled before. See this?" and he pulled his cock out of her mouth and brandished it like a spear before his daughter's startled and wide-open eyes. "Oh do it, Daddy. I can't wait. Fuck me! Fuck me forever, forever!" she suddenly screamed. Bret mounted her quickly as the other girls pulled away, breathless, watching with incredible excitement as both of them thrust fingers down into their soft wet honey pots, never having witnessed such a display of overt sexuality.
Holding his cock steady with one hand as Gail lifted her legs high, locking her ankles around his sweaty back, Bret lowered himself slowly, guiding the round flaming head of his enormous penis down to the gaping and open pit of her vagina. Slowly, the glans wedged itself tightly, fitting like a glove between the two outer lips of his daughter's snatch. A low-pitched moan escaped from between Gail's lips and the tightness increased until Bret was frictioning up against her clitoris, pushing down once again and watching with a smile on his lips as more and more of his thick nine-incher disappeared between her legs. "Oh daddy, daddy," she cried. "Give it to me. Fill me oh I want you so badly, oh shit it feels so big you'll pull me in half, you'll rip me apart with a fucking beautiful cock. Give me more, more!" she babbled on.
Bret suddenly thrust forward with a wicked laugh and a piercing lurch, impaling her as she stiffened, her eyes, rolling up in her head as every last enormous inch of his massive and unwieldy penis thrust itself down into the very depths, the very farthest reaches of her glorious adolescent pussy. He hit something at the end of her canal and finally stopped, his hairy pubic bush rubbing against her fleecy curls as he grabbed hold of her tits and began to piston quickly in and out of her hot gaping hole. "Man, oh man I can taste it, it's everywhere. Everywhere!" Gail shouted out as Bret lowered his head and began to suck on her beautiful ripe boobs.
The feeling of Gail's cunt around his prick was fantastic and that, of course, was the most important, the most delightful. It was incredibly tight, angled straight down without curves, slick and slippery and enveloping his cock like the most perfectly fitting sheath. Bret pounded away, ramming harder and faster with each succeeding stroke as Gail worked her muscles, clamping her father's cock down into her fantastically hot tight snatch. Bret couldn't control himself and suddenly he screamed out that he was going to come. "Move your ass, baby. Your muscles, come with me oh god it feels so good, Gail, so good," he moaned loudly, thrusting away until finally, it happened. His come was churning, gushing up the length of his enormous hose until it spurted thickly, deep into the farthest recesses of his daughter's vagina.
He shook and rattled on top of her, screaming, "Now. Gail do it now I'm coming holy shit motherfucker I'm spraying, shooting. Fucking hot white come it feels so nice, so hot and tight my darling baby." "Give it to me, daddy," Gail begged, arching her hips and hugging her father as she too began to feel the effects of her orgasm. Bret was beyond help, his jism cascading like a fountain, splattering the walls of his daughter's battered vagina as a climax of amazing force and intensity began to consume him. He couldn't say anything else. His cock pulsated, quivered and trembled inside of her as he just kept shooting. Six, seven, eight, nine times his penis spurted, ejaculating with super-human force and discharging more come than he had ever shot in all of his life. Finally he lay down on top of her, unable to move. He wondered how lucky he was to have such a wonderful, sexy daughter like Gail.
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