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She pressed back against me, her moans filling my ears, a discordant duet with my father’s grunts and growls, the slapping of flesh giving rhythm to what was becoming a crescendo, rising, rising, building, building, frantic with the notes of the music indian being played from the speakers, the guitars screaming, the drums beating, an auditory chaos of insanity to give voice to our terrible lust! He was fucking me like a jackhammer, beating my cheeks, forcing my head into my sister’s ass with his full body weight, angling my pelvis high so that he could drive without resistance. God, he was hitting that spot… that spot that turned my legs to jelly, that turned my insides to mush, that opened me to welcome him deeper so that he could ravage every vulgar inch of me! Oh god, deeper, deeper, deeper, harder, harder, harder, yes, yes, yes! “Fuck!” I heard him growl. His cock was pulsating inside me, the thin-skinned rod radiating with the imminence of release, scorching through me. I was right there with him, my insides wracked with spasms, contracting and amateur convulsing, his cock pushing against the back of my pussy, rubbing those nerves raw, igniting the fire within me. I mindlessly consumed my sister’s filth, my eyes rolled back, all thought becoming nothing but the transient messages of flesh and invasions, of pain and pleasure driving through Solo me, taking me, enslaving me! With a final roar, he pressed himself to me, driving my face down with his foot, his cock buried all the way, throbbing wildly. He exploded inside me, erupting into my womb, sating my abused inner-flesh with his seed. I came a second later, the pressure building past the critical point, turning me into a trembling bridge about my elbows and knees, my juices saturating my thighs. I could only mouth stupidly around my rectal meal, enduring the great pleasure, frozen in the same paralysis that had taken Josie. Why was it so good? What was wrong with us? But these were questions Josie and I had long ago forsaken the answers to. They were questions our dearest father was undoubtedly about to ask himself. As I felt his nectar soak into my insides, I noticed the way he drooped against me, the way his decelerating breaths began to tremor with realization. Now was the critical moment. RYAN Oh my god, what have I done? I stumbled backward, my cock slipping out of Kelsey, leaving her panties petals to constrict lazily about her yawning glossy slit. She turned back over her shoulder, her expression that of immeasurable satisfaction, none of the challenge left in it. I fell against the arm Big Boobs of the couch, and slid into the cushion, the picture of what I’d done to my daughters searing its way into my brain. Kelsey. Josie. The two answers to the question, ‘what do you live for?’ and I’d just fucked them both. But they said they wanted it, Ryan. Came a teasing voice in my head, Isn’t that how every rapist justifies it? They were asking for it. They had it coming. I didn’t rape them! Did your own daughters seduce you? Are you that weak? My heart began to skip a beat. I thought it would be a great idea if I surprised her with her favorite afterschool snack. My body moved. “I’m going to try two fingers now.” I pictured him in his shorts and remembered his deep blue eyes. He didn't know what to say and hoped it would just blow over. Conner and Lisa were standing in the door, somewhat disheveled, wearing big grins. You are it’s hero. I’ve done this before with my loser husband. I’d never seen Troy so down to earth and humble. I gutted the snake and cut it up in 6" lengths and put them into another bag. They were quite pleasant. "What do you remember?" After an eternity, I saw Janet’s throat work as she swallowed heavily. Tom moved his left hand off her thighs and squeezed her right breast. “She… is… going… to… see… Sorrow… Arbitrus… says… she… might… not… ever… come… back…” It did but then it reappeared as Katya quickened the pace of moving forward and back. But, you have also shown you might crave the pleasures of panties men, as well, like a true slut. He waited sometime to calm down but it is refusing! She yelped as he left the red imprint of his hand on her right cheek, then the left and again, the right, she began to kick at the tenth Big Boobs spank, her hand came back trying to protect herself at thirteen, he pinned it to the small of her back, "Careful, I don't want to break one of your fingers," he told her. Such is my state, I was remiss in my protection," She pointed to her oak sideboard. I shuffled to her then without hesitation put the head of my swollen cock against her pussy. As this continued she returned her lips to Michael, gently kissing him passionately. "OHHHHH YESSSS DADDY! "You are a really good slave. It was as if they had amateur released a loud gasp at the very same moment. OH YES!” Kareena’s pretty face burrowed into the mercenary’s chest as she coated his cock in her fluids, her cunt hugging his shaft with gratitude as convulsions ripped through Solo her. He scooped Angela up and cradled her in his arms. Generally, women’s pussy will be a little darker in color than her skin color but she had maintained her pussy well as it was fully pink in color. I comforted her, "Relax,it's OK." I looked up at Ernest and saw his smiling lustful eyes as my mouth tried to suck his entire cock into my mouth. Sarah was frantic, her head was moving side to side, she thrust I felt some stirring between my legs. It’s something I still think about some days. When I finally got my food and got back to the table Jon had nearly finished his food and when I told him what had happened he reckoned that it must have been a loose connection. I could see the extent of her ruination, and my eyes followed a dribble of lust that started from the bottom of her slit, dripped down the ribbon of her taint, and thinned about the stretched rim of her sodomy. He walked round to their heads and stood right up to one of indian the girl’s head. “You know how much I love a bare pussy.”