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“You’re not satisfied with just a little.” I whispered, my tongue finding her lips, “You need to have every…” she gritted her teeth, “…last…” her head flew back, “…inch.” I finished, and Joy willingly took the last of her father deep into her tightness. She gasped, unable to handle what she’d taken, but unwilling to surrender a morsel of it. She stayed still, her body tortuously adapting. Finally, her heavy breaths eased, and her face relaxed. It fell into a thoughtful expression for a moment, then it slowly widened to a wonderous smile. “It’s so good!” She said with a gasp, her eyes twinkling above mine. Her body lost its rigidity to a languid arch, and she tilted her head to indian growl, “Oh, it’s absolutely decadent! ” And with that, she rolled her hips, lifting one cheek, then the other, stirring her taught lips about her father’s invasion, but not letting an inch of him free. For Greed was never one to willingly relinquish what she’d taken, so her father had to force the issue. He held her wrists together at the small of her back, and ravaged her like a bull. She lurched atop me, crying out with each entrance, and whining needfully with each exit, trying to entice her father with the back-arching elevation of her pelvis, presenting her fertile assets. “Oh, please Daddy!” She cried, affecting the voice of a child, “Give me more. Give me MORE!” The affectation had the desired effect, and the weakness she portrayed goaded her job father’s power-lust. He wrapped his hands around her throat, wrenched her upright, and choked her as he heaved with a fervency. Joy’s golden breasts turned to rippling domes, her lustrous hair flailed, and her belly clenched and convulsed, the flat of her pelvis bulging with each violent invasion of her father. She squealed her strangled delight, her head turning to gaze rapturously at her defiler, her chin resting upon her retracted shoulder, her arms flexing behind her back. The angle of her penetration allowed for Vitanimus’s shaft to pass through my slit, and I moaned in congruence with my daughter’s screams, watching her debase herself, and succumb. The nectar she oozed from her swollen petals was golden and viscous, and tasted of sweet honey when I brought it to my lips. Oh, I would taste it from the source. “Vitanimus.” I spoke with a drawl that I hadn’t before. Vitanimus looked at me from over our daughter’s shoulders, his red eyes wild. I guided him to stop his thrusts, ran my fingers along his half-buried shaft, and through the pummeled folds of Joy. She was staring at me with questioning, annoyed eyes, her lips parted to breathe decadent moans, her cheeks flushed with her pleasure and strangulation. “You cannot conquer her more from this expedition.” I said, withdrawing Vitanimus from her depths, “There are other campaigns to pursue.” “Fuck you, you old bitch!” Joy snapped, “He doesn’t want you anymore! He belongs to me now!” “You mistake me, daughter.” I chuckled asian lowly, admiring the way her broken virginity stayed yawning and dripping even after it had been evacuated. I looked lazily into her questioning eyes, and guided my blow husband’s weapon backward, sliding the tip down her moist taint, “I am simply suggesting an assault from the rear.” The look of shock that came over Joy’s face was almost as exquisite as the doggystyle agonized expression that came immediately afterward. Vitanimus used the fluid of his daughter’s lust to lubricate the invasion, but there was no preparing her for the depth of it. He buried himself into her filthy, virgin hole, and Joy’s entire body wrenched. Her head flung backward, her breasts jutted forward, her pelvis pivoted downward, and her ass wrenched upward, the small of her back becoming the vertex of her agonized arch. Her bottom lip trembled below wide, mindless eyes, and her chest heaved with desperate intakes. Vitanimus took his daughter by the golden globes of her flank, and lifted her easily from the bed. She fell spinelessly against him, her pelvis tilting forward, her legs dragging out from beneath her, and flopping uselessly before her. I could see the extent of her ruination, and my eyes followed a dribble of lust that started from the bottom of her slit, dripped down the ribbon of her taint, and thinned about the stretched rim of her sodomy. I breathed in her tangy juices, my heart beating so fast. He rummaged through our kitchen drawer. Steph likewise was happy to comply. The defiled Rape Runner then reaches a chained hand to touch me, as though I’m the one who deserves sympathy. As I doggystyle stood up I realised that the couple must have had a great view of my butt and pussy. Adding to that was the way she was leaning slightly forward, which made her pert bottom stick out in an innocent, yet incredibly seductive manner. Anybody could have caught us, but that never crossed my mind until after. Her eyes made me thrust harder, my large blow tits heaving before me. He drove very fast, in fact, recklessly, and reached home in record time. That’s when I said to Lyn that “its better to it call a night” she agreed to me then she leaned forward to kiss me passionately then got up wipe my cum on her with a towel then pick indian her cloths job then walk straight to my asian door then she turned to me and said “good night David" Climbing up on top of me, our lips met with a furious touch.