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PORN: “What’s daddy doing mommy?” little six-year-old Joy asked as her naked mother, Sara, held her by the waist Click here. She gulped as her eyes landed on the reddening circle of her daughter’s nipple, mesmerized by the pink orb: a powerful urge to set her full lips around that tiny nipple and suck the hard bead of skin deep into her mouth was beginning to overtake her. Taking the cue that her daughter was loving the experience, Sara reached forward to have her palm cupping the soft pussy lips of her daughter’s virgin cunt . . When you take off your dress Having nothing to add I am just in a mess, I am nearly mad… And my reasons are melted On the fire you spread, Since the day when I met you I’ve been losing my head… I am wild like a tiger When I’m feeling your smell, I’m burning beside you Like a sinner in hell… But I bless all these tortures Asking nothing instead… I just constantly want you Being near mad… On my tenderest goddess, Golden hair of yours Is the lasso that holds me But I’m not at a loss… I don’t long for the freedom, I don’t ask for release, And my soul is bleeding When you leave me in peace…