Forbidden Dance Ritual From India mp4

“Are-are you touching yourself? You are, you dirty little girl. Did daddy give you permission to touch yourself?”I see her jump, her face becomes ...lushed with embarrassment. She sits up quickly, looking at me nervously.“D-Daddy..” She says breathlessly “I didn’t, I didn’t expect you to be coming home so soon.” I look at her sternly“Regardless if I’m home or not, you know the fucking rules.” She pants, trying to recollect herself. She opens her mouth to speak“I-I’m-” I cut her off. I walked behind Mary wrapping my right arm around her rib cage and pulling her tightly to me. With my left hand held the bit firm to her full lips. As I expected she clamped her teeth together, refusing entry to the bit. I slid my right hand up and clamped onto her plump pink nipple.Hard headed as ever, she gritted her teeth and took the pain, refusing to open her mouth for the bit. A life time of work with my hands had given me a grip that could crack walnuts, so when I began to really bear. More

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