The blue whale controversy .

Hello my loves, once again here I am, Paula Bruna for To bring you another true story of another couple who are part of the our incest club and our personal friends and who frequent our home. My daughter, Paloma, was always very cheerful, outgoing, extremely communicative and was part of a close group of about 20 friends of the same age, who didn't leave each other, made my house a meeting point, went out together and shared everything. But from one hour to the next the girl withered and changed drastically.. Your mother and I thought it was some kind of disease or something, but after dismissing that and also some unrequited love, so I secretly decided to go deep and find out what, or who stole my daughter's peace... I discreetly started snooping through her social media, but Paloma got suspicious and put a password on her notebook. There seemed to be no way to find out what was really affecting my daughter in that way, what world she was trapped in. But one day, on one occasion, he went to pick her up at a party just before dawn. So drunk, she couldn't stand up and I had to carry her to her room, so I saw my big chance to find out something from her cell phone. The watzap revealed the whole truth by clarifying all doubts in every message exchanged between them. They challenged each other through the group by proposing each other a kind of erotic and very pornographic sexual gift, sharing everything in photos and videos on watzap. As idiotic as that sounds, they went so far that the punishment for not meeting a challenge was to have all the photos and videos posted in the group exposed in the intent for all to see. At that time there was the Blue Whale controversy, which was the same thing, the difference was that in the Blue Whale people were cutting themselves and there was even suicide, while in their fraternity the challenges were just really slutty. My daughter, challenged by them, photographed herself only in her underwear and bra, and only in her underwear with her breasts showing. The challenges increased in degree, level, and difficulty, until I saw dozens of pictures of Paloma pulling the elastic band off her panties to the side and showing a beautiful childish sketch, fulfilling the challenges of the group. Right there in front of my incredulous eyes I saw my daughter's beautiful little face, her lips rosy, her skin fleshy white, smooth as a baby's, all old-fashioned, moody and sweaty with a boner. My head went 360 degrees and I almost collapsed in fear. My blood was boiling inside my body and my dick gave me the signal to stir inside my underwear, expanding and hardening beyond my control. I tried, but I couldn't stop him from getting giant pressing with all his strength and power my underwear and shorts.. I was completely mesmerized by your xanax and couldn't take my eyes off the image... And as hard as I tried to act and think like a father, avoiding feeling lust and hunger for his little toy, it was in vain to control my animal urges of desire, much less control my thoughts, which put me in a carnal, sexual, lust-filled crime scene of debauchery with my innocent daughter. I'd see myself completely insane, smelling that sweaty little face, sucking on those droopy, melodic lips with the remnant of the silver rain that that woman spat right into the bottom of her panties, leaving the fabric damp and with a smell that only we men love. I knew and was conscious that I had to run away from there, otherwise I would make a fool of Paloma, who was completely unconscious, sleeping soundly under the effect of the enormous amount of drink she had taken at the party. But it seems that everything was conspiring in my favor that day, my wife had serious insomnia problems and slept under the influence of medication and even if the world collapsed, she did not wake up until after midday. So I let the animal instinct take over once and for all of me and my whole being, but there was a struggle inside of me between doing the crazy thing and not doing it. I left my cell phone on the bedside table for a while, and then I laid his sweaty little body on his bed. I turned on the air conditioning, and I laid with part of my body on top of hers without weighing myself. Her T-shirt was soaked in sweat and so wet that even my fingers were drenched in sweat and I patiently and very calmly suspended her until her breasts came out. Her middle breasts were fairly white, not large or bulky, but natural and perfect, moist with sweat exhaling a sweet smell of a little girl who had danced all night. The soft pink beaks looked like the body of a virgin goddess. My bones trembled with fear, much more with desire, so much so that I mustered up courage and began to caress with the tips of my fingers each little pecker in gentle, delicate movements, bypassing the areolae of her breasts and as if in a wonderful magic I saw her skin shiver and the little peckers harden like two small stones. The silence of the dawn made me hear even softly her sighs, that she, with closed eyes seemed to dream in a delicious sex scene because of my caresses.. Also his little body reacting to my caresses moved slowly and very slowly and stopped accompanied by his stronger breathing in search of the air that was beginning to lack. Moved by more desire I still thought not to do what I had in mind, but looking back I was determined to suck that beautiful breast.. I began by sliding my tongue around the areola, wiping the sweat that bathed her skin. Then I continued to slide the tip of my tongue over the beak and I heard a stronger sigh that was released from my daughter's insides. The moment I plucked part of her bosom and trapped her hard little beak between my lips and started biting them gently with just my lips closed, she opens her whole mouth and releases all the air trapped inside her. I'd go around with my tongue and bite using my lips and I'd see her breasts start to swell and her skin stretch and I'd see the veins of her skin turn green, while her beak got even harder to the point of exploding inside my mouth. I patted her gently and wonderfully looked directly into her eyes, which remained closed though her little body moved and she sighed heavily, but seemed to be asleep on the effect of the drink. Even so, I was so afraid she'd wake up and come face to face with me there, sucking on her breast, I paused and went to take off her soaked jeans. I still built up the courage and slipped my tongue all over his little belly wiping off all that sweat that flowed sucking every drop of salt. I got up thinking about leaving, but some higher power made me go back and take off her shorts for good. Now she was just in her underwear in front of me, completely vulnerable and defenseless, at serious risk of taking a violent beating in the early hours of the morning. Her panties were completely soaked, soaked in a mixture of female semen with drool and piss from a drunken teenager's doodle. The strong smell of this sweet mixture exudes far and wide. I pick up my nose and pull it like a magnet and glue my face over the swollen little sketch above the cloth. My face was getting wet and I was hallucinating the smell of that little baby girl that my daughter has. Dying to fuck her with all my might and desire I held on to the thread of human reason while I only sniffed her nose. But I couldn't take it, and I sucked the tissue of my panties over my fleshy lips and sucked out all that salty liquid that was at the bottom of my panties. Not satisfied, I pulled the rubber band from my underpants to the side to see the face of that little sketch live and in color. My panties pulled to the side, and I saw a beautiful little gap, all lapped up, and I brought my face closer until I put the tip of my nose between her lips, and I smelled deeply. I stretched out the tip of my tongue as far as I could and slipped between the lips of her little face, absorbing all that half-creamy, viscous liquid of salty taste and extremely delicious, which licked all that prickly and had left all the panties soaked. Frightened, he made this movement very slowly and slowly and very carefully, sliding from below, from the little hole that kept dripping honey droplets, up into the clitoris, which caused her to sigh harder and move her body very slowly, leaning upward making an arch with her belly. Paloma's seemingly unconscious body reacted naturally to the stimuli caused by my caresses, and her legs opened more naturally offering me that beautiful, fragrant and delicious little flower. I stretched the tip of my tongue out as far as I could and slipped between the lips of his little face, absorbing all that half-creamy, viscous liquid with a salty and extremely delicious taste. It slowly slid down from the little hole that kept dripping honey droplets all the way up to the clitoris, which caused her to sigh harder and move her body very slowly, leaning upward making an arch with her belly. Paloma's seemingly unconscious little body naturally responded to the stimuli caused by my caresses by spreading her legs and offering me that beautiful, fragrant, delicious flower. I hardened my tongue and forced the entrance with the tip of my tongue into that teeny, tiny little hole, and I heard a hoarse, squeezed sob of extreme pleasure... At that moment, I was paralyzed with half my tongue inside that little sketch, staring at my daughter, terrified that she would wake up at that exact moment. Gradually my fear was passing and giving way to desire again and I started his sketch appropriating me a little more.. Her tight little squeeze made it difficult to penetrate my tongue which I hardened more, to put it all inside. She moans softly and softly like a person who is having a dream. Suddenly that wonderful little sketch starts splashing a heavy rain of silver in my face. I positioned my face in the direction of the jet of urine that flooded my entire face and the mattress of his bed. At that time she opens her eyes and looks me in the eyes and I play backwards going to the floor and more than quickly I crawled on the floor to the door of his room and out.. At that moment, I believed it was the end of me and the most agonizing moment of my entire existence because I imagined that she was going to scream and make a tremendous noise. My wife would wake up with all that scandal and it would be revealed what I had just done to our daughter Paloma. I lay down next to my wife and stayed quiet, waiting for the worst. When I realized I woke up around 11 o'clock in the morning and the house was quiet. But as I walked down the corridor of the house towards the kitchen, I could hear the voices of my wife and Paloma talking about something I couldn't understand. The closer I got, the more I understood the conversation between the two of you. And when I unexpectedly arrived in the kitchen, I overheard the exact moment your mother called Paloma's attention. - How can a grown girl pee in bed like that, drunk and on top of that don't remember anything. Where have you ever seen that? You're not a Paloma girl anymore. It's time for you to learn to take responsibility for your life and stop partying and drinking with those girls. That can lead you to the hole. Listen to what I'm telling you. They looked at me and I asked. What's going on? And my wife explained what she had seen in our daughter's room. That Paloma had wet the bed, completely drunk.. I realized that the point of the conversation had not gone beyond that and I was relieved.