My other hand reaches up and grabs a fistful of wet hair. Clean. Ok XXX Fruit and vanilla. Pretty hazel eyes stare back at me, cautiously, scared of what her daddy is planning to do next. Her thick motherly cheeks jump up and down, opening and closing slightly. I go grab some supplies that I bought from the store earlier. I rub on it harder, lovingly, actually trying to see how good I can make her feel. It’s Christmas, remember. I give her plenty of time, this time with enough motivation to be thorough. “Go on, get to work, Grace.” She moans in pain as I press against her asshole, trying to concentrate on what she’s being forced to do to Ella. I can’t hold back any longer.
