On the bed in my lodging home, daddy went down between my deep thighs after taken off my clothes while wet and deep kissing one another passionately. His phone didn't stop alarming that he got the text from mom but he didn't stop his working on my dripping wet spot. When he murmured: "Maybe my wife's text...but I don't care them...You know I'm doing what my lover wants to me now...babygirl," I felt myself first as his secret whore.
