Miriam Prado’s Spa Experience With Squirting Pleasure

Fifteen years ago I met and married Becky Armstrong, my high-school sweetheart, and every day since then I’ve fallen a little bit deeper in love with her. “She’s my daughter too, and I look.”
“You do?”
“Of course I do! XXX Closing the bedroom door behind me, I crept along the hall to the top of the stairs, and there, coming toward me, I saw Lucy. do you like Lucy’s tits more than you like mine?”
I considered the question – which, if nothing else, should have warned me I was straying into dangerous territories. Utterly drained, I pulled my slippery cock from Becky’s well-fucked hole, releasing a miniature fountain of our juices which ran down her smooth, slim thighs. Our mouths still locked in a lover’s kiss, I reached out and took hold of Lucy’s slender thigh, the one that rested on the couch, and encouraged her to wrap it around my waist.