A Horny Maid Gets Her Mouth Stuffed And Pounded Into A Filthy Whore

“Awww, stay in bed with me a few more minutes Daddy,” I pled as he disappeared into his bathroom. We finally fell apart and lay for minutes side by side, the silence of the night broken only by our rasping breathing. Porn really, just the two of us?” I stammered as joy flooded through me. “Honey, we can’t,” he moaned, “its wrong sweetie. Over those weeks and months Daddy increasingly stayed home more than he had ever done before, hardly ever missing dinner, his social life now evenings with his daughter. Feigning sleep, I rolled over and curled into him, ending so my lips were less than a half inch from his cheek, each of my breaths gently tickling him as my breasts comfortably pressed into his strong chest.