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Kinky Phone Sex is the hottest taboo fun. I’m Mommy Irene, and there is nothing more exhilarating than the scent of raw lust and forbidden blood filling our bedroom. First off, I love the way daddy looks at our little girl.

Ultimately, it’s that hungry, predatory gaze that tells me he’s ready to ruin her. Moreover, it’s in the best way possible. So, tonight, we aren’t just a family; we are a circle of filth, dedicated to the art of incestuous pleasure.

First, I push our sweet, innocent daughter onto the center of the bed. Then, I strip her bare, exposing her tight, trembling body to the cool air and daddy’s burning eyes. Now, I lean down and whisper in her ear that she’s a lucky little slut to be bred by her own father. 

So, I start by licking her small, tight cunt. Furthermore, my tongue is swirling around her swollen clit. Therefore I keep at it until she’s sobbing with need. Ultimately, her little hips bucking against my mouth.

Next, I signal daddy to join the fun. Obviously, he doesn’t hesitate, stepping forward with his thick, throbbing cock already leaking pre-cum. Now, while I keep my mouth glued to her pussy, daddy grips her thin waist and slams his meat deep into her tight, virgin hole.

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Now the deflowering of that precious hole is beginning. So, I watch her eyes roll back in ecstasy and terror as he stretches her open. Ultimately, filling her completely with his dominant seed.

Furthermore, I can’t resist the urge to have my hot pussy filled up as well.  So, I slide underneath daddy, pulling him out of our daughter for a moment. All just to wrap my legs around his waist and take him deep into my soaking wet mommy-cunt.

Now we sandwich our little girl between us, a chaotic mess of limbs and fluids. Finally, I reach up to guide her small hand to my clit while daddy pumps into me. Essentially, both of us breeding and being bred in one glorious, taboo orgy.

In the end of the lust filled family fucking we are laying in the pool of fluids. Essentially, the evidence of our incestuos pleasure. So, I kiss our daughter’s forehead, tasting the salt on her skin, knowing we’ll do it all again tomorrow.