Daughter goes down Ray Todd

"God damn you, Lee," Della Porter panted, trying to push his hands away. "Stop mauling me. It's time for you to get dressed and go to your office."

"But, sweetheart," her husband begged, once more running his hand up under her nightie. "It's at least a half an hour before I have to get up."

"I'm not interested in when you have to go," she hissed, tugging his fingers away from her cunt, "I'm in no mood for that shit this morning."

"Hell, Della," he panted. "When are you in the mood?"

"God damn it, Lee!" snapped the beautiful brunette, her big gray eyes flashing with anger. "Can't you ever think about anything but sex?"

"Not when I never get any!" he shot back. "Frankly, I'm sick of it!" shouted Della, turning her back to him. "That's all you ever think about."

"Jesus Christ!" he shouted. "When was the last time I fucked you?"

"I don't remember, or care," she hissed. "And stop using that filthy language."

"I'm only human," he said in a softer tone of voice. "Haven't you any feelings?"

"Damn right I have feelings!" she cried, breaking out in tears. "And I don't feel like having your cock in me this morning."