I bit and licked and sucked. She whimpered and begged me to stop, which only made me bite harder. At last, I backed away, pressed her tits together and slipped my cock in between them. There was nothing couple she could do to escape. She looked up at me, face wet and red from tears, bruised and purpling where I had hit her. She was so goddamn pretty it hurt. I spat onto her tits, adding lube for my cock. I couldn’t believe this was happening. That I was doing what I was doing. That it felt so good. So right. I spat again, this time onto young her freckled face. She winced, but kept staring at me. Terror washed over me, then. That she knew who I was. I panicked. “Don’t fucking look at me,” I grunted. She didn’t listen. Her hands appeared in front of her, pushing me away… She had freed herself from the knot! Nails raked down my face, hooked into the ski-mask’s eye-holes. The mask fuck fell from my face as I scrambled backwards. “D…dad?” I looked up. The look on my baby girl’s face, sweaty, bruised, cannot be described. She started to shake, her arms trembled as she lifted them to cover her breasts. Her eyes darted around the room. “Dad…dad…” she kept repeating. girl “Dad…” “I’m…I’m sorry, Charlie.” Her eyes landed on my cock, still erect, followed it as I stood up. Her stomach heaved, and she bent over, looked like she was going sex to vomit. “NO!” she gasped. “I’m sorry, baby girl.” I knelt, pulled the knife out of the floor. “I like handsome young men. We had to stand on the train and were fuck surrounded by all girl these noisy youths singing and shouting. I pulled down his string and he stepped out of it. His other hand squeeze Dora’s breast as she moans in kisses. “I was close to coming there. My dad and his friends seemed perfectly at ease out here in the middle of nowhere. It worked. Loved her. Then it hit me; couple I wasn’t aroused enough. She was silent, but it answered. She says so what and proceeds to try and walk in the house but he grabbed sex her by her hair and stated beating her. If I don't do something soon, Darlene is going to see it, Deana thought and cursed the yellow material covering her excitement. She gasped when she saw me, the color draining from her face. “You should feel honored that I would sully myself by coming here, man.” Not even her sneer could mar her beauty. It took them a half hour to shower. young The friction increased. I had this strong strong feeling like an ache or something. “There isn’t that beautiful!” Miss Jones asked.