Josie was plastered against me, her sweaty tight body writhing in the throes of masochistic pleasure, struggling against the bind she was in while relishing her inability to escape it. I forced her arms high on her back, making her shoulders pinch, making her breasts flatten against mine, our nipples pov stabbing into each other. Dad let go of her hair, and her head flung forward, her entire body springing like a released bowstring. Our lips connected into a rapacious kiss, our mouths devouring, our tongues wriggling to taste, to lick, to lather amateur each other with our flavors until they were one. I could taste her pain, and it was delicious. Dad’s callused fingers brushed my hands aside, and in one grip, he held Josie’s wrists together behind her back. With my hands now freed, I quickly put them to good use. One wrapped around Josie’s throat and squeezed, the other separated casting the sticking folds of our slits and reality drove to the wrist inside of her. She screamed like I knew she would, and like I was playing a well-practiced instrument, I raised the pitch of her cry with my constricting digits until her windpipe could only sound a whistle. I admired her face, the way it darkened with blood, the way her eyes bulged, the way her cheeks puffed. Her pretty teenage portrait was turned into a tortured visage of strangulation, and it made her all the more beautiful to me. I grinned beneath an evil brow, and began doing my work cumshot inside of her. “You like Daddy’s fat cock raping your little asshole?” I whispered. “Yes!” She choked out, nodding fervently. It was hard to tell if she’d done the action on her own, or if it was just the violent bobbing of her head caused by the body-lurching thrusts being dealt to her. “Do you like my hand jammed in your slutty little pussy?” I asked, breathing on her lips. “Yes!” She squealed again, the vessels in her eyes beginning to show through the film of her tears. “Do you like it when I do this?” I whispered covetously, and turned my pinched hand within her. Her eyes rolled back as my knuckles kneaded the wet tender sheath of her, digging so deliciously into her nerve-swathed walls. She contracted with each paternal drive, seizing my hand in a lewd hold of flesh, her womanly muscles rolling against me, her tight entrance sucking gluttonously upon my wrist. I pushed the new remote vibe up my pussy, switched it on, put my bikini top, tennis skirt and trainers on and skipped down the hall to the lift. Later that evening Carl called his friend Derrick’s home and answered and told him he needed help on Friday night. “I...I would like to clean up.” She says nervously. She clung around his neck and began to slowly grind her panties up and down the bulging casting crotch of her lover. Killian was speechless, a rare feat for most people. “Las's putrid cum,” I groaned. Why did it have to be Zach and my dad on that cumshot plane? What sort of chemical had these effects on people? “My folks aren’t going to let her go out on dates, not even diapered.” She reached down and caressed reality it in her hands, enjoying the throbbing feeling she felt. Though I was almost convinced by Kathleen's fake screams of agony but I've heard the real ones before so I could tell the difference. I can hear your heart beating, Mr. Stone, and it’s a good man’s heart. “Sit and relax a bit, let me look at you” I said with a amateur big smile on my face. Reaching in his shirt he grasp, then removed the pov family crest medallion laying it on the belt. He makes his way over to me and drags me closer to her. "Mary, listen.