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Bart's family Sexy FunTime

By: Nick
folder +S through Z › Simpsons
Rating: Adult ++
Chapters: 12
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Disclaimer: I don't own The Simpsons also i do not and never will make money off this...
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Lisa's fun in the living room...

Oh my god, Lisa exclaimed. Mom knows how to pick them. Lisa exclaimed, drooling over Her father's longtime member... Millhouse, knowing what Lisa was about to do, left to rejoin the others in the basement, turning off the living room light.

Oh, Homey! Lisa called out in her perfect impression of her mother, "Come over here and give me some love." Hmm, the drunk Homer grunted, walking towards what he thought was his wife... let's foul around in the dark. Lisa moaned, climbing on his dick. Whatever you said, honey, grunting in and out of his daughter, Your pussy feels different. Homer exclaimed, confused about how his daughter's pussy differed from his wife. He took some special pills that changed the way it felt. Lisa replied as her father's dick rammed into her insides... 

Homer continued to pump himself into her, and again her breath was removed. Gradually, however, I contemplated that he was advancing further into her. The torment appeared to make him push more diligently. When he was certain she was presently conferable, he began to accelerate, siphoning quicker as Lisa's nails were currently delved somewhere deep in his substance. He could have sworn he felt himself seeping from it. Lisa couldn't get a solitary howl out; she was astonished by Homer's sudden burst of speed. She began to feel a weight in her stomach. Before Lisa could finish her sentence, her father filled her womb with the same seaman that created her... Homer: Lis Bart asked, "Turn on the light." Homer opened his eyes and saw his daughter on his dick. Um, you're dreaming? I asked "Won't you tell your mother if you won't?" Buy me and Bart the new 2TB Play Gear 4. Fine, we'll go after we visit Grandpa. Now Lisa, get off me... right, she replied, climbing off her father... you do a perfect impression of your mother, Homer said, walking down the hall to the stairwell... Bart Come here, Lisa exclaimed. 

 

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