The voice was masculine, calm, collected and cool. . . . . . I would let her rub her insatiable cunt against my leg, and watch her as she squirms and begs for more, begs for the real thing as I hold her by her hair, forcing her to rub faster and harder. She could even imagine the expression on his face. Daddy cum in my pussy, I want your baby . As he rode, he pictured the scene, clearly, (and in exquisite detail) in his minds eye. . I beg for his cum. . .

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