I writhed through my orgasm. I broke our kiss and screamed out, “Cum in our daughter, big bro!” Sean Reenburg “Yes!” I growled, thrusting hard and fast into my second oldest child's pussy. I buried into Siona again and again. “Mom's cumming, Daddy!” Siona moaned. “So am I,” whimpered Natti. As they shifted around I kissed my sister again, loving the lingering taste of sweet pussy. Siona tasted so much doggystyle like her mother. It was incredible. My dick throbbed in her silky embrace. I was coming closer and closer to erupting. My tongue dueled with my sister's. I loved her so much. She was the first woman in my heart. My wife. I squeezed her round breasts as I buried deep into our daughter's cunt. Her pussy squeezed tight around my cock. Then she rippled in delight. “Daddy!” my daughter squealed into her mother's pussy. I broke the kiss with my sister and snarled, “Fuck!” “Breed our daughter, big bro!” Maria howled, still gripped by her orgasm. “Do it!” “Yes, yes, breed her, too, Daddy!” Natti moaned. She was kneeling by us now, flushed from cumming on Mom's lips. The eighteen-year-old beauty's blonde curls danced around her shoulders. “We want to have our daughters at the same time like Mom and Mommy did!” “Yes!” Siona whimpered, her skinny pussy writhing about my straight cock. That wonderful, petite rippling delight of my daughter's deflowered cunt overpowered me. I buried to hilt in her adorable and fired a second load of cum. I grunted, my balls tightening. My dick throbbed and pulsed with each blast of spunk firing into my daughter's fertile depths. “Oh come on… All men are pigs.” It seemed that she had had enough wine with dinner to finally relax. “Yeh’re saying if some other lass walked in here right now, flashed her gash, and skinny said ‘yeh can have me’, yeh’d just say ‘nae thanks, ah’m petite good’?” Our tits jiggled and swayed before us, my swollen with breast milk. “You're a really good teacher, thank adorable you.” It was a bit awkward doggystyle as my face was against the wall. Her nudity intimated Tracey and Emily seemed to realise this and played to it. I had the hot water running and steaming up the bathroom. Her back, glistening with oil, became a canvas for me to illustrate the techniques I had learned over straight the past year. This was punishment for trying to escape him through death.