Luis's one hand firmly gripped his mother's mature and voluptuous body, continuing to thrust into her fiercely, making Blanche so blissful that she had no spare thought to ponder these matters any longer.
His other hand had already wrapped around Avery, pulling her young, tender, and delicate body completely into his embrace.
Bending down and lowering his head, he kissed the cute, beautiful little mouth of the little girl, tasting her incredibly soft, pink little tongue amidst her dizzying infatuation.
That sinful, devilish claw directly lifted up his daughter's skirt, bypassing the pussy protected by her little white panties, pushed aside her bra, and began fondling those full, enormous breasts that were even larger than her mother's.
In such a lustful and depraved atmosphere, under the influence of alcohol, both mother and daughter were equally filled with burning passion.
