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Like Father Like Daughter (Page 8)

She stiffened her body and yet more of my cock flesh squeezed inside her. I then decided to lubricate more of my shaft with her juices, so I pulled my cock back ever so gently and then eased it back into her love tunnel. She gave a high pitched squeal, but not of pain, I could see that from her face. She was not of this world, she was in heaven!

I lay back on the bed and then took hold of her waist. It was so thin in my hands, I could almost touch thumbs.

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