Farmer s Daughter Parts 3 4
Part 3 - The Third Hole After inundating her womb with a copious load of semen, I tied my sweet daughter face down on her bed, her arms and legs bound to the bed-posts. She wouldn't stop crying and shouting so I had to put more duct tape over her pouty lips to keep her quiet. Her pert asscheeks jiggled from her useless struggles against the restraints. I stared at Elizabeth's petite, helpless body, transfixed by the puckered hole nestled between those supple, peach-fuzzed cheeks. My...