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"Cum in my cunt father....fuck your slutty daughter Becky. He straightened up into a kneeling position, yanked my legs over his shoulders, and began to pound into my cunt, an almost agonizing look on his normally composed face. His hands grabbed my bouncing tits and he mauled them. I was meeting his thrusts with as much force as I could....both of us slick with sweat. My act wasn’t finished...my back arched....I begin to fake an orgasm. Then I heard a long exhale, a gasp and a long "Ooooooooooooooooooooohhhh goooooooooooood" while his cock exploded inside of me for what seemed like forever. I could feel every spasm, and I end my performance by arching my back again and moan loudly. He slowly fell forward, laying on my body.....both of us breathing in gasps. As things subside he slowly rolled off of me and on to his back. A few minutes later I was sitting up and looking down at his semi flaccid cock. I felt gobs of cum running out of me on to his expensive living room carpet...and smiled. My father sat up on the carpet with his back against the couch with his head back on the cushion. I indian sat with my back against the recliner facing him, continuing to formulate Plan B. If he wants a slut; I figure I will show him one. As he looked toward me, I reached down to my cunt and with two fingers scooped up some of cumswallow his cum. I held up my fingers, the cum about to drip off, and let it drop into my mouth....then sucked my fingers clean. Now, with a smirk of my own, I told him: “I’m hoping, my dear father, that you realize you are a pathetic fuck and my only enjoyment these last ten minutes was using you for a little cheap fun. The only value you have as a human being is a decent sized cock…period. Did you enjoy my act?” That was the first time I saw him confused. Next I slowly crawled over to him on my hands and knees. My big tits swinging as they hung down. In one last parting gift, I lean forward and cleaned his cock with my mouth and tongue....tasting both of us. Impressively for a man in his mid 40's, he begins to harden a bit again. She had a plump booty. Their faces were painted up in cumswallow exquisite mime-like fashion, and every inch of their exposed skin was colored in that same ghastly unnatural white. James found his pants on the floor and fished his phone out of the pocket, checking the time. “You sure are a little slut, getting fucked in the bathroom of a bar.”, Alex growled, “Just listen: you're absolutely soaked”. The trucker sitting alone at the last booth noticed too, and his eyes followed her to her car. I put on my best Wranglers, a light blue George Strait shirt, my ostrich boots and my new black O’Farrell hat then went down to the bar. Her voice was calm and firm when she continued, “You have my permission to satisfy your needs . . . Earlier indian when he was hanging out with my brother, there was something different. Valerie settled into a continuing orgasm as the onslaught of liquids filled her even more. Just try to keep your hand up away from your ass so I have room.”