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Some days she was obedient, desi others she fought him. But she was learning, slowly. If she was good, he could please her. When she wasn't... She learnt the hard way. She was still getting used to her new Daddy, and what he wanted from her. He enjoyed her body, her young curves and innocence. And she knew he liked it when she squirmed, from pleasure or pain. Or when she panted and moaned. Sometimes his touch did make her feel, well, good. Lily found herself constantly wondering where he was, and what he was doing. Nervousness and fear often ran through her mind as she went sexy about her daily chores, assigned by him. He had a habit of demanding her for use or simply taking her when he was impatient. She stepped around the bedroom absentmindedly as she changed the linen. Her hands working as it heaped the dirty sheets into a large basket, her mind elsewhere. She wrestled with herself, unsure whether this was right or wrong, being here with him. Or was she trapped here? She was startled out of her thoughts as she heard his heavy footsteps up the stairs. His large mass always announced itself in the creaks and groans of the Housewife wooden house. She felt her stomach tighten and mouth go dry, nervous as he lumbered closer. "Oh, there you indian are pet" He smiled softly down to her. It was the same soothing, deep voice she remembered from the barn. His hulking, sun worn figure leaning against the doorway as he watched her finishing tucking the bed in. "Mm, you've done well today Lily," He said softly, stepping into the room. "I'm happy with how you are... Settling in here" His eyes shone as his firm gaze fixed upon her. She felt self-conscious and small in his presence. Her arms instinctively wrapped curves around her delicate frame, hoping to find comfort. She wore a loose t-shirt and soft cotton shorts, bare feet, and her long auburn hair fell untidy across her shoulders. "Thank you Daddy" She mumbled out quietly, fidgeting from foot to foot as his eyes wandered over her body. "Mm, you are a good girl." Once his dick was completely submersed in my pussy I kissed my grandpa and started to rock my hips, grinding my pelvis into his. There are often signals during flirtation when indian it is time to kick it up a notch… AND THAT TIME IS NOW. “What was that, I didn’t quite get what you said there,” he inquired? She glared right back and smiled. "Let's try one more thing you two. "There's a sofa in my room, we could sit there and talk a little longer," I proposed. Will she participate? “We have to stop!” She said quietly. Even though she was already hot from fucking Bill desi and her own finger fucking, Housewife she knew that George’s tongue licking her clitoris would only get her so far. “Wait!” Amanda exclaimed before he could curves ejaculate inside of her. Some of the “life” was sort of seeping back into Saema’s cold, pale skin as she sexy lay naked on the mortuary slab. I can hear a buzzing noise like an electric toothbrush.