Chapter 116

At this time, my father grabbed Natasha's hips and his hips were shaking violently. Natasha's snow-white big butt was hit and her forehead was shaking. The elasticity of her buttocks made waves of flesh stir up.

Gu Ah Gu Jī Gu Jī... My father's thick and long penis kept in and out of Natasha's vagina. Natasha's thighs spread to the sides with two jade feet spreading to the ground, constantly pushing back, and then retracting it after reaching the end. Two footprints of Natasha were left on the floor.

Papa... While the sound of the two people's body collisions was released, streams of milky white mucus dripped down his father's penis, and even the father's shaking back and forth brought a lot of milky white mucus away.

In front of his father's thighs, Natasha's thighs hitting the back of his thighs, and Natasha's legs were kicking straight.

Natasha was lying on the bed, her huge breasts on her chest kept moving back and forth.

Huh...his...huh...his...father kept deep breaths and deep breaths heavy and evenly, maintaining large and large force thrusts and impacts.

Ah...Ah...Ah...Ah...Ah... After the father thrust hard for about seven or eight minutes, with Natasha's scream, his father's crotch hit Natasha's butt violently, and then the two of them did not separate again.

His father's powerful crotch squeezed Natasha's round buttocks flattened, while his father's bulging Yin Shang began to shrink violently, while Natasha's upper body was raised, supporting the bed with both hands, and tiptoe to the highest point, as if he was dancing a dance, receiving the baptism of his father's semen.

Bobo... When his father finished ejaculation, Natasha seemed to have lost her usefulness. Her father let go and then pushed her hips forward. Natasha's body rushed forward, and her father pulled her thick penis back and pulled out of Natasha's vagina.

Crack... Natasha suddenly lay on the edge of the bed, her legs curled up and kneeled on the floor, her upper body was completely on the bed, while she was still sticking out her butt, and the white and thick semen began to drip, drop by drop, piece by piece, very sticky on the floor.

Ha...ha...uh...ah...ha... And Natasha was lying on the bed at this time, her cheeks resting on the chaotic bedside, and her red lips opened and gasped.

Her nightgown was still hanging above her chest, and she was tortured by her father very much. I had never seen Natasha in such a mess before.

Hehe...hehe...hehe...he... My father stood behind Natasha, gasping heavily, and the penis on his hips softened slightly, but it was still very large and hard.

The emptiness after ejaculation came, and a trace of fatigue and depression flashed in my father's eyes.

The father quickly walked to the bed and then began to tidy up Natasha's messy bedding and put all the pillows in it, while Natasha was still lying there to rest.

After sorting out everything, my father was about to take out a tissue to wipe Natasha's crotch.

Natasha lay on the edge of the bed without any image, her butt cracked and she knelt on the floor.

When my father was about to wipe the back of his butt, he suddenly heard Natasha's sob. My eyes also looked at Natasha's face through the screen. As a result, I saw Natasha sobbing, and tears dripping across the bridge of her nose and dripping onto the bed.

Natasha cried?

I have known each other for so long, but when her mother passed away, I saw Natasha's tears. The rest of the time was only the night when Natasha and her father broke through, Natasha shed a few tears.

Natasha... Seeing Natasha's tears, her father was also panicked.

Get out... Get out of here... Natasha suddenly straightened her body from the bed, then pointed to the door and kept shouting at her father.

OK OK OK OK I'll go I'll go... My father was at a loss at this time. Perhaps his departure was the best choice. He quickly said to Natasha, and then walked out of the bedroom with an escape style.

Natasha straightened her body, and her nightgown finally fell down, covering her delicate body, but there was still semen dripping from the middle of her crotch.

She wiped her tears with the back of her hand, then looked at the messy appearance of the bed. After she stopped crying, she picked up a tissue and began to wipe her crotch, and then threw the ball of paper into the trash can.

After standing in the middle of the bedroom for a while, Natasha returned to the bed, then turned off the lights and closed her eyes.

My father did not leave at this time, but hid in the living room, listening to the sounds over there. After seeing the lights go out, my father carefully returned to his bedroom, then sighed heavily, and a trace of self-blame flashed in his eyes.

What's the situation?

Why does Natasha cry?

Why scold my father?

Why does the father sigh and blame himself?

The madness and rudeness just now really seemed like a rape scene.

Could it be that Natasha is unwilling to do so? Is it because her father is using it?

Seeing Natasha and her father both lying on their beds, I quickly took a deep breath, then turned on the replay of the surveillance video, setting the time to the time when I left home...

After I left the house, the house was empty. After a long time, Natasha came up by herself, while her father did not go up in the first floor warehouse.

When I was at home, my father and Natasha were able to talk together in a show to avoid letting me find flaws.

But after I left, Natasha and her father returned to that cold state.

Natasha returned to the upper floor in a daze, then returned to her bedroom, sitting on the bed and staring blankly outside the bed.

The father sorted out the goods on the first floor again, but saw his emotions and was a little absent-minded.

Natasha just sat there, with a hint of sorrow in her eyes, and occasionally her cheeks were blushing. Natasha didn't go out of the bedroom until the night. It was not until her father had prepared dinner and her father called Natasha to have dinner. Natasha walked out of the bedroom.

But Natasha was wearing very tightly and didn't change her nightgown at all.

After Natasha came out, her father was a little embarrassed, but he was not as embarrassed as it was at first.

She brought Natasha a bowl and a stool. The two of them were having dinner but didn't say anything. Looking at Natasha's heart, she seemed to have something to do, and her father seemed to have to say something several times but stopped.

Dad... When Natasha finished her meal and put down the dishes, Natasha suddenly looked up and called her father.

Um?Although my father felt a little sudden, he still looked up at Natasha and agreed.

Dad, I still call you that. Everything before has passed. I hope... I hope that's the end. After all, you are my husband's father, and I am your son's wife. We are already wrong, so we can't be wrong anymore.This thing can't happen again... Natasha just said the beginning, but she couldn't look at her father anymore. After lowering her head and saying the following words, she didn't seem to want to see the loss in her father's eyes.

And when she said these words, her tone was also a little sad.

She still felt a little disgusted, but she still forced herself to make the right decision, although she was unwilling to do so.

Ha...hehe... OK... My father was stunned when he heard this, but seemed to think of it, and he agreed.

But it was just a good word, but my father said it stuttered and read the pinyin, H and AO of the good word separately, which shows how entangled and helpless my father agreed to Natasha.

You come and clean up today. I'm a little tired and have a rest early... After hearing his father agree, Natasha seemed to feel a little surprised. She looked up at her father, then stood up and said, then walked towards the outer room.

However, Natasha's back had a hint of sadness. Her father agreed. Why did Natasha feel sad?

I felt a trace of love intertwined between my father and Natasha.

It's like a girlfriend suddenly breaking up with her boyfriend. She originally thought that her boyfriend could keep her, but she didn't expect that her boyfriend would agree directly and the girlfriend would definitely be very sad, just because she actually loves her boyfriend in her heart.

Alas... After Natasha entered the bedroom, her father sighed, then put down the bowls and wine glass. He had not finished eating, but he had no appetite.

My father supported his forehead with his hands, looking very sad and entangled.

Looking at the two of them at that time, I didn’t worry too much, because I had just seen what happened later, and my father and Natasha had sex again...