(Incest) The Divorce by Prt 3

Hello dear friends and wonderful friend.. Here's the third part of Darlene's story with her wonderful dad. I, Paula Bruna, would like to thank all my friends who have contacted me. by message, here on the site and exchanged ideas and managed to break through the fear and shame of opening the heart and reveal that you practice incest.. I'm very happy to know that somehow I've been helping you. Thank you for trusting me and exchanging phones and I confess I love talking to you girls. I kiss you all. I recommend that before reading this part of the story you read the first two parts The Divorce I don't know what you're talking about. (Incest) The Divorce Prt 2 (Less than 24 hours after) I don't know what you're talking about. I don't know what you're saying. Meanwhile, my body trembled intensely over my father's marvelous pyre, in that joy that was simply marvelous. I trembled so much that even my groan echoed trembling like an opera singer. It felt like his dick was swelling up more and more inside my narrow vagina and pressing against the walls of my duct expanding everything inside me... And even his dick bathed in my warm little milk that flowed smoothly all over the body of that roll, having become smooth, smooth, he entered tightly and with difficulty, leading me to scream even more with this tasty pressure. That feeling would make me gasp super tired and ride slowly with my eyes closed as I teased wildly about my daddy's delicious stick... From all the sighing and gasping I was almost speechless, but I whispered.. Why are you doing this to me? We can't go on like this.. I can't cling to your dick like this.. It's not fair to me.. I'm very possessive and I'm sure I'll be very possessive with this dick if you get me used to it badly like this... He laughed at me, responding with great affection and promises... - That's what you'll have every day if you want, just ask and want me to give you... I still retorted while he beat me with the rod of discipline... It's not my role, it's my mother's. And he just kept fooling me and I fell for his crap. Now it's yours, all yours, will you pay to see it? Mad and numbed by so much fun I declared.. - I don't know father, I'm scared.. My little body collapsed exhausted on my father's body because of my exhaustion, but he kept frantically punching his entire thorax inside me, giving no rest or rest to my bony sketch... I hid my face in his neck while Dad punched, sometimes hard, sometimes slow and soft. While he tortured me with that wonderful blowjob, he filled me with so much affection, that I thought I was in a good dream that I didn't want to end... He kissed my mouth long and passionately, my neck, gently biting the nipples of my breasts and caressing my back with his hands while his stick went in and out violently from inside my childish sketch. Even my bundle was caressed and my hips were wide apart as her roll slid smoothly... I simply lost control and went crazy with pleasure, to the point of screaming a lot and really, like I never imagined screaming at a stick. They were tall, but very tall, almost in a dengue cry... - What the hell are you talking about? And Dad took advantage of my moment to make that moment unforgettable. This delightful joke lasted a long time after I had enjoyed it, and when I thought he was going to enjoy it and fill my little mouth with the milk from that full bottle, he pulled his dick out from inside and carried me on his lap around the house... Like a little baby being carried to the crib, Dad walked slowly down a corridor, talking the whole time. - Dad will eat you a lot today you'll faint from all the fun. I listened and went on with my face hidden in his neck feeling the smell of his body, feeling my head and the whole world turning, but listening to everything and living every second of that wonderful moment. My little head imagined I'd be taken to one of the rooms in that mansion. But to my surprise, he walked into a bathroom that was much bigger than my living room and bedroom. He turned on the shower and we got wet while he kissed me on the mouth. My young age and inexperience and the fact that I dreamed of it in my marriage and didn't have it made me look at my father as my prince charming. He laid on the bathroom floor under the shower and invited me with his voice whispered in my ear.. Come and fuck with me, come and fuck with me, come and fuck with me. With all this pampering I had no choice but to obey him... From the way he laid down, I figured I'd have to stand on top of the giant roller. While the water falls wet all our body washing our soul and filling us even more with desire one by one I settled on his stick and slipped slowly to the heel.. Dad very gently and carefully held my little body so that I would descend very slowly on his huge stick so as not to hurt my little prick. After sliding gently and very slowly on the stick I went up again and came down and it was automatic. Gradually I increased the speed of the upward and downward movement and soon I was already riding and jumping on my father's saddle, who holding my hip, only accompanied my frantic movement back and forth on his stick... How nice it was to fuck in the shower. It was all new to me... My husband was the guy who ripped my goatee off, but he never fucked me like that, at most it was in bed and in the mommy and daddy position and really fast. But my father's blowjob awakened in me the most profane and profane part of my sexual desire. I was actually living a dream in my father's closet. He showed me a world that I didn't even know existed and that was so good. He wouldn't stop calling me a whore, a slut and a prostitute, while his roll slipped into my hungry little face and I responded with a scream of dengue fever and lots of <unk>ai<unk> He would ask out loud.. It's nice to see Daddy again. And I, out of an uncontrollable desire, responded with the voice of a small child, all dengue. I'm going to suck on your dick. He slammed his dick hard on me throwing my body sharply up and down sliding back and forth on his dick with all the force of my weight. I was delirious in his box, rolling my eyes at that moment, when I mocked again on his mast.. The feeling was so crazy that it seemed that I was crying on his stick joking madly.. At that moment he also began to scream and I realized that he also began to mock inside my little prick. I could feel the powerful fucking jets filling the depths of my tight little gut. He moaned loud and thick, screaming like a log, calling me all the swear words I'd learned to love to hear in that moment. Our movements have accelerated. While I was moving my hip rapidly, bouncing like a basketball on his dick, Dad was also punching everything inside of me up and down. Our bodies grew tired and my father stopped for a good while while the water fell on us... I was exhausted again and as always after each mockery, just sighing and gasping.. We kissed for a long time. I think for almost an hour. In that time of much kissing and courtship we talked and caressed each other.. We fucked some more right there and had fun again and so did he. The night came and I was hungry after the fuck and he ordered food delivery, and pizza.. And he surprised me with several shopping bags with new clothes and shoes that he had bought for me as gifts... Keep going. Please vote and leave comments. Your votes and your comments are very important my loves..