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Linda kissed Becky, their tongues passing cum back and forth as I thrust into my daughter’s pussy. Want to help the town.”
“Make it so the people want a community that they support,” Sam said. “I will, Becky!”
As I slid my tits up his cock, my nipples sparking with pleasure, his dick twitched. I had Daddy’s baby in me. Embarrassment rushed through me, shooting down to my dick buried in Orihime’s pussy. I had to have my arguments ready. Lactating did sound hot… I shuddered at the hot feel of her twat engulfing my shaft. I shuddered at the feel of his throbbing shaft between them while my hard nipples rubbed against his stomach. I opened my mouth, letting Daddy’s cum splash into my mouth. I thrust into her faster, harder, fucking her. I had to have my arguments ready. She whimpered as I filled her twat. A heady thrill ran through me as I went lower and lower.

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