marianne smith ppg

“There’s a phone in the bedroom. What are you going to tell them?” That you are spending the evening fucking your English teacher?” I headed for the phone.

That turd and dingus Tatanga never came back after somehow kidnapping Daisy ever again the one time he did it (even used hypnosis on her kingdom's inhabitants), but bet cuz he's too scared of the spunky Daisy anyway, for another whooping, like she did to Bowser in an early Mario Party game!

Despite her protests, she was much more amenable this time. A bit of hesitancy at first, but once she got used to the difference in taste she dove right back in to eating me again. I could have easily just let myself float on the enjoyment of what she was doing to me, but I made a special effort to be vocal for her, to moan and gasp, making sure she knew she was doing a good job. I knew how much Daddy liked that sort of thing when he was fucking me, and I figured it was probably even more important for Mom. I got there quicker this time, I think because it just felt so naughty to be feeding Mommy Brucie's cum instead of Daddy's. I totally rubbed my pussy all over her face when I came, too—not because I was trying to this time, just because it felt so good I couldn't stop myself from bucking my hips! Daddy gave me one last kiss on my lips, then got out of my way so I could slide myself down and lay on top of her.