Upstairs in the master suite, Seth and Lyra's (parents to Judith and Rebecca) bedroom was a sanctuary of intimate devotion. Seth had his wife, Lyra pinned on the plush king size bed. Her toned legs were hooked high over his broad, muscular shoulders, ankles crossed behind his neck as he folded her in half.
At forty two, Lyra was still a vision. Her full, heaving breasts jiggled with each thrust, dark n*****s peaked and begged for attention. Her slightly hairy p***y stretched taut around Seth's girthy nine inch c**k. Her p***y clung wetly to his huge d**k as he drove into her with slow, possessive rolls of his hips.
Seth knew that they should be downstairs to support Judith, but he couldn't bear to see his little girl's p***y turn free use. Lyra's daughters were not his by blood, but he
