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Porn Star Dancing

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“Porn Star dancing has nothing to so with dancing, baby. Maybe a little lap dance to warm up those rock hard cocks but it’s all about how we fuck.” I was brushing my young daughter’s hair back from her face as we waited by the stage. It was almost her turn for her fucking debut – in front of a live audience of ten thousand not to mention the other perverts who had paid to watch my young daughter get deflowered.

Her small body was trembling, dressed in only a robe and bright red lipstick. When it was time, she walked out onto the stage and the crowd went wild! She bent over as I’d told her to and disrobed. The camera and the eyes of America zoomed in on her young little pussy. Then, the BBC that was going to rip her virginity away appeared and I almost fainted! He was at least thirteen inches, and he was going to defile my little girl. he lifted her up like a rag doll and set her on the breeding bench. My sweet young daughter was crying, but that only got my wet mommy pussy more excited. That chocolate star lined up his cock, and started thrusting in and out of my young daughter – she was dancing with the porn stars!

I watched the condom snap. All the fucking better.

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