My head rolled on to his shoulder and my mouth fell agape, my eyes staring surrender into his. “That’s what sex is, Leveria, power.” Father growled, “It’s the physical manifestation of control. You’re reacting without your permission. I’m making your body feel good despite yourself. And you do it to me too. You made me fuck you, because it made you feel powerful to do it. Does my power feel good, Leveria?” “Yes!” I sensual gasped. My legs spread for his invading fingers, and I pulled up my nightgown, exposing my naked adolescence to him; smooth flesh and blushing pussy lips, my nipples standing red and pert upon my heaving breasts. His lips wrapped around one node, sucking deliciously and pulling my breast outward. That’s right, Daddy, suck on your daughter’s tits. I wrapped my hands together around his head and arched my back, his defiling fingers triggering me to squirm in pleasure. I rolled on top of Daddy and squatted down on his cock, taking him as whimpers turned to needful whines. Regaining my composure, asian I straddled across his pelvis and gyrated up and down, forward and back, my moans echoing through the room as his cock stretched my tight pussy. I grinded my pelvis downward, rubbing my clit against him in harmony with his thrusts. Daddy ran his hands under my night gown and gripped my breasts tightly, fingers lost in the succulence. I pulled my pink gown off over my shoulders, exposing the prizes his hands held. I took control of the sex, dictating the speed and force. I knew he wanted it hard and rough, so that’s what I gave him. I wanted it hard and rough too. I wanted him to need me more interracial than anything, more than Yavara and more than Mother. He blasted his pelvis against me forcefully as I grinded against him with equal ferocity, the slapping of our flesh growing louder, the animalistic sounds of our mouths becoming more savage. My asscheeks clapped in fervent applause, wafting the pungent smell of sex into the erotic air. I spread my legs into lateral splits, opening myself so that he could rail unheeded into my tight heat. “Does Mommy ever do these things?” I moaned. “Don’t talk about your mother!” He growled as he wrapped a hand around my throat. “I bet she just lays there and takes it, doesn’t she?” I squeaked out defiantly, my arousal only increasing. “I said don’t talk about your fucking mother!” Daddy slapped me hard across the face. I touched my hand to the stricken cheek, feeling a flush of newfound desire between my battered thighs. It seemed there was still something Daddy hadn’t given to me. “I bet you Mommy doesn’t fuck you like this.” I grinned as I gyrated aggressively on top of him, my body an undulating wave from pubis massage to shoulders, my belly flexing and stretching. Daddy moaned involuntarily, driving with abandon into my clenching insides, breaching through my tightness to find the tender depths within. Through my haze of pleasure, my unfocused eyes desi rested on his parted lips. It hadn’t been lost on me that during our month of lust, Daddy never kissed me. It was the last piece of intimacy he kept for Mother. Maybe it was the last shred of dignity he had left in him. He felt her juices covering his hand and gripping his interracial fingers with her pussy and ass. He was DEFINITELY turned on, of course. I still desi followed her, of course, worried what kind of bold introduction she would make to my father. Her fingers fall from my chest and wrap around my steely hard cock and slowly start to stroke me off. "We're you able to defeat it then?" The following day I rose out of bed early and picked up the local newspaper. Robert laughed and said the families will be very happy to hear that massage news. Slowly he inserted it in her. I love how it feels, and I love how it responds to my lips and tongue. Cindy pushed her body up, arched her back, and jutted her tits out. A moment later her hand came out of the tent flap and made a beaconing motion. "That's the least I could do!" She eagerly pushed back, slowly forcing my cock into her wet little pussy. Let alone find a reason to unpack the sex toys and straps. He sneaked a glance at her inner thigh as she sat down on the opposite end, lifting her feet erotic up with her. Aunt Sheen seemed satisfied with the volume and angle of the laptop so she walked quickly back sensual and took the seat to my left, on the other end of the dinner table. Was that because she asian wasn’t being wielded, or some other effect?