Lili Lamour And Mary Lee Experience Intense Demonic Exorcism In An Oil Play Scene

When the cop finished, my brain burning from the incestuous bliss, I asked, “You have a daughter?”
“Yes,” the cop answered. “Repeat that.”
“Daughters are controlled by their mothers,” she said in a monotone, her pupils wide. My daughter finally loved me the way she should. I would fix this problem. The way her tongue fluttered through my folds. I wiggled my hips back and forth, feeling my husband’s cock hardening. I shuddered as the mother opened my blouse, exposing my round breasts. I groaned, Trina suckling hard on my nipple. “When your daughter is bad, you’re horny to spank her,” I said to Trina. I couldn’t help staring at her flaming rump as she gathered up the plates, bending over the table. Right, Mitch?”
“Good girls need to be encouraged,” my husband said, lining up his cock, our daughter’s ass glowing bright red now.