“Oh fuck, baby.” I groaned, “Oh god that feels good.”
Posey’s breaths were husky pants, her body rippling as I pumped into her. Sex vedio “Ah! I bit down on her little pink nipple. Her milky white breasts perky and perfect as a cry tore out from her. It was the hair, I told myself. I didn’t call my lawyer but instead just had them documented. Your mom can fuck off.”
“You can fuck off!”
I’d had enough. Her underwear was a thong and I wondered what else she might be lying about. I had long since done so in my head. Nothing. My daughter. My daughter. I still wanted to kiss it, but she was speaking, docile now from my reaction. Now I was actually pissed. The sex angel that walked through that door was no such thing. When she settled on Persephone, I thought she was crazy (she was), but you don’t fight with a 8 month pregnant woman so I said I’d call her Posey, and gave in. I ground her into my lap a little bit, groaning at the friction on my dick as my fingers now glided in and out of her tight hole. I barged in, Posey on the phone mid sentence. I offered the nachos and she grumbled, dipping beneath the blankets. I entered, and she was laying in bed, curled under the blankets. I shoved her face into the pillow,
