I heard Claire call from the kitchen and I could smell wonderful home cooking in the air. The bedroom was dimly lit when I got there. XXNX Slowly, she aimed it against the hot, wet entrance of her pussy. She wore a wool cardigan over that, not buttoned up. “You’re smelling your own daughter’s pussy scent.”
“Oh, fuck..!” I cried out. The new smell cut through me like a new, foreign smell. “Do you like that… Daddy?” she asked as she let my crown pop out of her mouth like a lollipop. “Not almost. I tried not to hiss as my tip grazed against her lips. My cock pulse in anticipation. “It was all just a fantasy, right?”
“It’s whatever you want it to be.”
“I don’t think I understand.”
She chuckled.
