The coke was in his hand, and he was dangling it above my head while he held out his cock. “I said suck me off bitch.” My sweet daughter hesitated, so I grabbed her by the back of her neck and forced her open, trembling mouth down over his throbbing fucking man meat. I wanted my fix, and he wanted my young sweetheart. Here we were, making an even trade. The baggie was in my left hand now, my right still a fist full of the sweet honey curls of my daughter. She was crying, the tears pouring down her f
ace and smudging her mascara. That only seemed to fuel him further, causing him to face fuck her faster and faster! She was screaming around his cock, begging me to make it stop, so I pushed her throat up further and let myself get dripping fucking wet to the sound of her choking, gagging, and gasping for air. Should I let the bitch breathe or let her fucking gag it out? I already have my nose candy; I don’t need her anymore.
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