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Still, Roy fucked the side of his daughter’s skull, wrapped her beautiful golden hair around her bloody, spittle-covered face like a veil. “Good girl,” he moaned, “Good girl.” As she went still, he grunted, cum “Die for daddy. Die for daddy.” She went completely limp, then. Roy lasted three more thrusts until he came, blasting a load of cum across his daughter’s lifeless face, webbing it into her hair. He came so long anal and so hard, he wasn’t certain it would ever end. When it finally did, he dropped his daughter to the carpet, and wondered if she was really dead. He slapped her, smeared his cum across her lips. “Ari?” he asked. “Ari?” No answer came. He stared at her for a huge long time. Bloodied, beaten, torn, tattered and lifeless, her right breast bruised from where he had twisted her nipple, her thighs marred with bite marks. He felt himself getting hard again. And that was when he realized he hadn’t even gotten to fuck her. Not really. Not yet. “Stupid cunt,” he spat. “I’m not done with you, yet.” He climbed on top of her, right there at the foot of her bed, and slid his cock into her. There big was too much resistance, however—the bitch still wasn’t tits wet, and he had to use the cotton-candy-scented lotion on her nightstand just to work it in. “Well, there you are. "Look, Walter. I didn’t want to get turned-on but I couldn’t help myself. Julie was now not even slightly embarrassed as she pinched her nipples furiously . . . Her saree stuck to her full curves and the rear portion dug into her ass crevice giving a clear picture, removing any sense of mystery about Deen’s mother’s big ass. Then suddenly it cum became clear. Our college's star huge quarterback thought she had the anal sweetest smelling cunt on campus. Then I was lost to the wonderful bliss of sleep. I was anticipating the sudden activity but I still jumped a little. “Why wasn’t it good?” He asked while I bit my lip so hard tits and started to rub his dick and squeeze it. I slap my self in the face and throw the skivvy to the ground. I wore my nylons held up with a garter belt and 4 inch pumps. “Well, one day I was waxing the truck and I saw a flash of light. She forgot to keep her voice down, causing male heads to turn throughout the cafeteria. The reality of her situation had yet to settle firmly on her awareness, though she was able to put it into words.