#26808 - She felt herself bouncing automatically off the carpeting, hitting his stomach on the upstroke, fucking him deeper, and willing the cock almost to the root with each stroke and pumping grinding her hips like mad. Daddy Jules' cheeks tightened, holding his prostate in check, keeping him the lightest tongue-slurp from blasting his faux-daughter with the jism she so ached to consume and delight in as it would slather her taste buds and slip down her gullet, the salty drink her nourishment and reward. His lower lip shook with contained passion, holding his senses and shaking like mad, moaning and gritting his teeth as Eva gobbled all the fuck-stick her face could swallow with his fingers tangled in her hair and his hips pumping like a piston.