Artemisia Love shagged by her stepson in POV
She did not see how dad picked Anya in his arms, carried to the carpet and began to take off his jeans. For Irka, everything disappeared except for Igor's hand sliding along the doors of her casket. The lips were kissing the man and whispering something indistinct, breathing was interrupted, the lower abdomen of the girl trembled weakly in time. the movements of the fingers caressing her pussy. Uncle Kostya threw off his jeans at once along with his panties and knelt down next to Anya. Its straight, tense rod looked straight into the girl's tummy.