<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">Pairing:</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)"> Cassandra<br/>
<b>Location:</b> Main Living Room<br/>
<b>Tagged: Jamal</b><br/>
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"No daddy."  Cassie answered honestly about never having cum that much.  She left out that those were orgasms #1 and #2 for her.  She wasn't exhausted, she was a fairly fit woman and she definitely wanted more, it was more like she was stunned than tired.  His lifting her onto the couch was another reminder of how strong her daddy was.  Her mind pondered over the curious fact that she was starting to think of him as 'daddy' not just call him that because he demanded it.  She felt and heard the crack of his hand on her bare ass.  Her body flinched somewhat but her pain receptors were a bit busy dealing with all the residual pleasure Jamal had practically forced into her.  She might like to look back on this and think that she was forced, but she would always know that wasn't the case.  If one overlooked the coarse language, Jamal had been nothing but a gentlemen as he fucked the pretty white wife of another man.  He was their host and she was simply pleasing her husband.  <br/>
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Her mind came back to the present as he talked of 'never going back'.  The words hit her hard, this was a wife swap, a temporary thing.  But his words stuck with her, would she ever be able to look at Simon the same way again?  She got another ass spanking, she could feel the warmth gathering on her firm bottom even if she couldn't see the large red hand prints.  Her time for such idle thoughts quickly came to an end as she felt his thick cock head at her nether lips once more.  She braced her arms against the back of the couch, preparing herself for the onslaught of sexual energy her daddy seemed to radiate.  He thrust in suddenly and powerfully and drove his thick black spike into her with several more powerful thrusts that felt like he was driving into her with a sledge hammer.  Her heavy tits, now hanging downward bounced fitfully with each thrust.  She could feel her nipples rubbing against the upholstered cushion shortly after each deep thrust.  <br/>
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She bowed her head down and simply tried to endure the intense pleasure that felt almost like torture in such large proportions.  But soon she felt her hair being pulled back forcefully.  She looked up and to the side, towards the corner of the room but she could see her daddy fucking her from the corner of her eye.  Her ass glowed sunset red even as her cheeks rippled with the repeated impact of his powerful black body.  His body was like a work of art, as if one of the great masters had carved him out of the finest obsidian.  He started to slap her ass more rapidly, the pain only slightly breaking through the pleasure.  Another demand and this time he didn't even have to tell her the words.  "Fuck me harder Daddy, fuck me harder."  She made no effort to keep her voice down, as if she didn't care who heard her.  "Fuck! Me! Harder!"  She said, punctuating each word in time with his thrusts.</span>