Greek morning fuck

Greek morning fuck

It was during one of these intense interludes when I noticed my step-daughter standing in a shadow just on the edge of the camera’s view. She cried out, but she didn’t attempt to fight back. I gazed adoringly at my wife. Only I was in the way of his. But it would have been a shame to waste her wetness, so I had a bit of a consolation prize in mind.

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