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We were in a rhythm. I was exhausted and breathing hard and then it started, again, it was that wave churning, washing over me…”What are you doing to me?” I was alive again, I moaned. “You’re going to come again,” he said, and it was happening again except this time I was writhing on his cock, begging him: “Don’t stop. Don’t stop now. Fuck me hard!” He was at my mouth, kissing my ears, sweat dripping rough on my face and I felt him tense and thrust hard, stiffen and spurting inside me, deep inside. That glorious cock was at my throat it seemed and my cunt held on for the whole ride. “Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Please…..don’t….stop!” I exhaled. My breath was gone. My mind was pulsing. Alive! Finally, we laid together on the couch, sweating, breathing, come glistening on his cock, come running down my thighs wetting my ass. I was breathing again. He petted my tummy, petted my fanny., petted my hairs, dipping his finger between my slick lips. A silent, gentle: “That was glorious, you‘re sweet.” I wiggled on his finger…a silent “thank you.” His cock made a final pulse and lay across his waist. It was very quiet and I was thinking how wonderful to be alive and be alive like this; my first real thing, it was worth all the planning and worth waiting for. It was exhausting and thrilling. I looked at Kevin and smiled, squeezing his hand, mouthing a “thank you” but his eyes were closed. His cock had grown small. It still shined from our juices. It deserved a rest. Kevin opened his eyes and looked at me, squeezing back. I was pussy glad Jim had a friend like Kevin. Glad that Kevin had different standards, like my own, and that was a good thing. It was for me, finally, the real thing. And the very best thing. I slept soundly after that, hoping Jim wouldn’t come back for another week! He didn’t. The ladies walked the boy into the rape room. Their eyes stayed on him every step of the way, drinking up his beauty. Laedia could tell from the two other women that they were as horny as she was. And the Goddess knew that she had such a burning between her legs that she could Brunette have ridden the lovely young thing to death within minutes. But she could stand to take it easier as well. Long and drawn out play was, after all, more sweeter than following your immediate impulses. In fact, looking back the last dozen or so years, Laedia could remember killing only one boy during rape (either suffocated him or choked him, she wasn't sure). That was pretty good, she thought. Torturing to death, real of course, did not count, for such a thing was rarely unintentional. busty The boy was taken to a tall table with a platform in front of it. The table itself was cushioned for one to lie on it comfortably. At the end there were shackles, so that the victim was pressed against the end of the table, his legs attached, leaning forward with wrists attached to the sides. I shuddered, my small breasts quivering. She wasn't wearing a bra so rough her ample breasts hung freely and perfectly. His ass, after all, had only had a night to recover from their first, notably none too gentle, get together and as he Brunette felt her inches feed into the tight confines of his ass the lingering soreness mingled with something else, something familiar and something James had been expecting but was nevertheless unprepared for. So I had some experience. "You...you won't send us away will you?" “Shit!” Alistair filmed every lesbian fuck session on his phone, and required the two allegedly hetero girls to masturbate to it real for half pussy an hour every evening at home. The unnatural pleasure her body was experiencing seemed to sap her of her will. This man is a maniac,' Layla realized. I said I am a married woman and I can't date him." I lay there, enjoying every touch as he pleasured me, sliding his fingers up and down my dirty wet slit, I felt hot; like my skin was burning. His quick intake of breath, followed by his smile caused you to quicken your suction, pulling more of his shaft into your mouth in your excitement. That stain radiated out and covered almost the entirety of the carpet in the room. She had her blonde hair pulled back in a bun though her face had a youthful cast to it. It didn't matter. As if it would make it any better, they are all listed under the headline: She is. Hey, are you hungry? She straightened and slipped her own robe off her shoulders onto the floor, she was naked save for the stockings. He mounted her like an animal, slamming against her cervix with a single stroke. Having neighbors within a few square miles, yikes. Clearly no bra as her stiff nipples were pointed right at me through the thin material. I turned round and sat down. My jump soared me out over the cliff. He also gave me the 500 dollars for winning the contest. “It's like your cock is begging me to drink those juices. busty Or fear? The Anti tank guns were not a high enough caliber to punch through the KV-2’s armor. I think after the bath I would like you to shave me. It must help with the heat in this dreadful climate.” "Have you ever seen a girl naked before? Melinda just giggled and looked at my computer screen. As I scanned the panorama of the room, I found that it included the whole attic space in one open area. We love you Daddy. She hung her head "Daddy, it's late can they at least stay the night?