Home-Of-Incest: When I Asked My Daughter What Does She Wanted As Birthday Present, She Whispered To My Ear That She Would Have Liked To Be Surrounded By Cocks, Then Laughed. We Never Spoke About It Again, But Om The Day Of Her Birthday I Called Over
home-of-incest: “Good morning honey… have your sleep medicine. You’ll see how you’ll sleep well after a dose of big daddy’s cock”
