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Randy sis CindiHis daughter was haunting him, and his drinking had not changed things-only made them worse. Now, when he had expected to find Helene just an average fuck, he had uncovered a sensational playmate. Her years in France had done it. She was as sensually alive as she looked, and girls raised in the States were the poorest at prodding in the world. Ninety-nine per cent of them didn't know shit about sex. They knew how to dress and look sharp and act sexy, but get your prick in, and it was like nothing. On top of that, the price was too high: a wedding ring, a big house, lots of luxuries just for the questionable privilege of jacking off in a loose, unresponsive cunt. They even wanted complete fidelity. Wendy was better than most. At least she was trying to learn, and her daddy's influence had brought him all kinds of new business. "Ohhhh, ohhh!" Helene whined, starting her hunching. Her long thick nipples and firm tits were an added bonus. There was no put-on here. She loved it. "Come at will," he smiled. "Get as many as you want." "Uhhhh! Ohhhh!" she gasped. "I never had a cock like this in my life!" John had heard that before, but it still tickled his ego ...» |
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