The Carnival is in full swing!

I'd like to thank you for your help. the bath. Slowly, my father kissed my belly until he stood up and kissed my mouth without pause. I could feel the taste of my semen spread all over his mouth in that kiss and the strong smell of my little sniffle exuding all over the skin of his face. Dad would whisper in my ear. - The night is just beginning and the carnival is still five days away. All of this was driving me crazy, leaving my mind short and unreasoning, but all I could think about at the same time was getting more and more drunk. I was insatiable and hungry out of control. I had never experienced anything like this in my life, where I had the chance to kill my desire to fuck, without worrying about time, my mother or anything. I was so hallucinating about that moment of mine that I clutched my body to his, hugging him so tightly as if I wanted to get inside his body. It was so strong what I felt that I groaned only with his kisses and to feel his body glued to mine. And he as a true and experienced courtier knew very well how to drive the body of an inexperienced little girl like me to the brink of madness. During the time we kissed and while he regained his lost strength from the delicious pleasure he had just given into his mouth, Dad excited me with touches all over my body in addition to kisses and hugs. Dad would slowly stimulate me, warming me up, pushing me to my limits until I exploded and begged, whispering softly in his ear all dengue. - Daddy eats me on your hill. And instantly without answering anything immediately he answered me. He suspended my body high and I crossed my legs hugging his waist very tightly while I held myself very firmly with my arms around his neck, clutching tightly, while I felt his stick being plunged into my little hole and the hookah forcing its way in. Dad observed my desperation to feel his dick and stopped forcing his dick on my little sketch by standing still, standing without moving a muscle waiting for my reaction, which was immediate. I felt the little head of his roll stop entering desperately I let my childish little body go down with my weight and the little head came back in slowly tearing me screaming and sobbing with pleasure. Dad laughed at my desperation saying. - Our most desperate little thing for a dick. I closed my eyes and traveled as my little body went up and down guided by his hands that pulled me down with all my weight on his huge roll, filling all my little sketch. It seems that he went crazy at that moment, the speed of the movement of the up and down of my body in his box, denounced how crazy he was to mock inside me. That violence up and down the stairs made me hear deafening cries in the bathroom that echoed along with the sound of falling shower water. And it was in that position that my little mouth opened for the first time to scream. I'm going to fuck my dad! And he, all euphoric and burning with desire for my little sketch, screamed too. Is that what you want, my love? Is that what you want? Talk to Daddy if that's what you want? And I'd respond by stuttering, sobbing, and jumping on his dick. What's the matter with you? And he went on like this dad enjoys daughter.. And I defied him. He couldn't take it anymore and he laughed. The movement that was already fast increased even more in speed. His arms and his hand were firmly on my waist, pulling me and pushing me away so fast that I became unbalanced and began to mock too. Now the two of us were frying desperately in the bathroom in a hyper-fast motion where I melted my little face on that iron drooling and bathing my whole body in that roll. Meanwhile, his iron spewed fire into me, squirting out powerful jets of milk that filled up my entire cup to the point of dripping on the bathroom floor. The fire slowly went out under the shower until we sat on the floor and stood there feeling the water fall on us.