My daughter is literally leaking semen, and I’m being forced to add mine to the mix. I’m being honest when I say I’m desperately ignoring the warm sensations, wrapping themselves around my throbbing muscle. I’m pushing myself to ignore the incredibly tight space that is my daughter’s pussy, along with her small and perky breasts, heaving with her delicate chest the deeper I go. I swear on my life that I don’t want to enjoy the smooth pussy curves of her tiny muscles, clenching down with such power I can’t help but consider driving forward like the thugs before me. But I keep getting chinese harder. Somehow, I forget that there are two guns pointing at me and my daughter. For a brief and beautiful moment, I’m not struck down with fear and pain. All I can think about is how wonderful it feels, pulling back and burrowing as deep as Penny’s slit lets me. I’m building up. Everything is too much, because the residue japan on my cock isn’t just from the kidnappers. It’s pussy juice from my princess, lathering me with each sweet penetration. “It’s okay, daddy. It’s okay.” Penny senses I’m close to unloading, and after getting her final blessing, I’m unable to hold back. “That’s it, Paul! Do it, man!” All the shouting in the background doesn’t deter me from spewing waves of hot seed straight into the core of my daughter’s sweet pussy. My muscles freeze up, except for my cock, which expands and contracts like a caged animal about to burst out of its cage. I have no sanity left as I retrieve japanese my cock from the most heavenly enclosure, and give our kidnappers what they asked for. And we don’t say anything on the drive home. Two weeks asian later… “Dad.” Penny calls from inside the house. I’ve been sitting on the porch for three hours now, just blindly staring into the distance. It’s a routine I developed after…well…you know. We didn’t give the cops any useful information, and we never spoke about it again. Needless to say, things are not what they used to be, and it’s not easy keeping it from my wife. “Dad, did you hear me?” I let Penny snap me out of my daze and follow the sound of her voice. And as I spot her waiting at the end of the hall, next to the door leading to the garage, I notice she’s wearing the same type of skirt she had on two weeks ago. “Can you help me with my car? I can’t get it to start.” She asks and disappears through the door. Hesitantly, I follow her into the garage, where she’s standing against the hood of my classic car, nervously tugging on her skirt. “Princess?” I look at her without any understanding of what’s going on. Then she says it, while slowly sliding her finger up and down her inner-thigh. She no longer cared much. The dog smelled the strong sensual odor, sniffed around, and quickly located its source. "...shit." Personal? I didn't know what it was used for, but I was angry and hard. He wasn’t even aware he had started pawing at his cock, fumbling with the zipper until it was freed. asian The crowd roared their approval at my failure, japanese and I felt my wrath grow from a simmer, to a boil. “Yep,” I said, shoving my skirt down over my cock, my panties only half-covering it. His movements were steady and rhythmic, inexpert but determined. The soldiers already know she's here, it took less than a pussy fucking day for word to spread," he said running his hands japan through his hair. More people were now chinese playing with my boobs as I was getting fucked from behind. Like me, she was in the Program this week.