Lindsey Olsen’s Uncensored Lp Scene

I mean, you are naked.” “Your fault,” she giggled, enjoying the game. Shae was waving her controller in front of my face as she negotiated Peach around a hairpin turn. “Ouch! I built our rocking back into a rhythm, letting my daughter bounce in slow strokes on her Daddy’s dick. My senses shattered into crystal points and detonated, exploding into molten jets that spewed into her tummy, muscles locked and writhing together as our orgasm melded us into one perfect body of primal euphoria. “You’ll manage.” My shoulder bumped a picture frame and it clattered to the floor. Her wild squirming helped shift things to a less constrained angle, and the head of my penis poked from the open flap at the front of my boxers. It seemed like another one of her teasing games, and I was more than happy to oblige.