“Wow, Daddy,” I gasped, my eyes drinking in the filthy sight. Hot xxx “Are we trying to stop all the sinful fornication?”
Daddy glanced at me, his face stern. There were no seat belts like on the newer car, and I sat perched with excitement as we drove into Los Angeles. He nuzzled into my golden curls as I bobbed my mouth faster. I had only the vaguest idea that women did things like that with each other. Last Sunday, Daddy fucked me in the dark baptismal changing room at our church, popping my cherry. I loved the nasty feel of a man’s cum dripping off my nipples as I rocked back and forth, impaled on my daddy’s cock. Finally, lunch past, I was at the church and climbing into Daddy’s Buick.




















