Lacey Duvalle Acquires A Warm Load Of Cum On Her Large Face Hole

FALTIA I’d always fancied Sergeant Alexa Jenania. Officer rules prevented me from ever acting on those thoughts, but it never stopped me from fantasizing them. I’d often mused on the almond shape of her turquois eyes, the elegant hollows of her cheeks, the fullness of her pale lips, and the proud jut of her chin. I’d often pictured her slender athletic body splayed out beneath me, but never in a thousand frustrated nights of masturbation had I imagined the five-inch cock now throbbing between her toned legs, nor the way I’d hold it so covetously as I aimed it between my straddling thighs. “Captain?” Alexa asked, her voice hushed and rapt. I smiled at her from the tops of my eyes, “In all my fantasies about this moment, the roles were a little different.” Alexa laughed, her curly platinum hair cascading over her bronze face. “All my fantasies started with you ordering me into your office.” She looked up at me from her curtaining mane, “I think you can guess where it goes from there.” “I think I can.” I grinned. I linked my fingers with hers, and brought her hands together against the headboard above her head, leaning into her so that our busts squished together, our pert nipples stabbing into the pliant dark flesh that surrounded them. As she fell against the pillows, I kissed her, our tongues entangling in a lustful combat, playful and challenging between smiling lips. Why was this all so natural for me? Why did I bow and bend with such practiced feminine grace when in my thirty years of life, I’d only known the motions of masculinity? Why did I hunger for a man’s organ with salivating nether-lips, when such a thought would’ve disgusted me not three days ago? But the questions dwindled from me as I felt her tip pressing into my soft folds. I was that person, but I wasn’t that man anymore. I was beginning to realize that this body, this woman, this species that I was, was me in a way I hadn’t known before. Me without shame, doubt, and insecurity; just… me. When I was lying fully atop her, I relaxed my legs, and eased her inside me. The pain of my breaking chastity lanced through me, and my breath caught. She squeezed my hands in encouragement, her own breathing becoming fast in my mouth. When I felt the tension within me ease, I slowly lowered myself the rest of the way. It was like nothing I had ever known. It was invasive, yes, terribly so, but the violation was so perfect. I opened my insides Big Tits for her, accepted her with a sweet rapaciousness, and she sated me with her rigid heat, parting my delicate nethers, stretching my tender walls, radiating against every surface of me with exquisite fullness. She broke from this kiss with a gasp. Office “Permission to speak, Ma’am?!” Ma’am? Who the fuck is… oh, that’s right. “Permission granted.” I gasped back. “We have a situation.” Her breathing was heavy and rapid. She gulped, then said, “If you move a muscle, I am going to come!” I laughed. “Don’t worry, it’s ebony your first time. Whatever I said to them while they were frozen rewrote their minds. Candice Office is only four years older than me. Now thinking back on it, she was very sexual for as long as I can remember. I make NO promises, other than that I am working on it. Roger had to refocus as he was the meat in a three-woman sandwich. I should be using these abilities to help people. “Not until Big Tits this evening; I want to have some more fun first.” Anita and Susanna looked at each other and smiled smiles of a conquering general. Just now, he was off to the Friday picnic. We tossed and rolled around my bed for almost a half hour ebony before my nuts gave up the fight. He took a sip from the travel coffee mug he had brought out with him, filled with a fresh cup of coffee and a few shots of whiskey. I wouldn’t dare stop him though. I opened the door and asked if I could help him. There was no fooling my mother…dad either. I woke up and the water was cold. Jacob hadn’t dared walk off least to spur any wrath. Gail never stopped. She was so grateful that Joseph did not seem to dwell on her strange mood swings. The girls in their sexy poses. You know a son should not think such things about his mother. They soon started following me around the room, reading off things as soon as I tagged them. Over the course of six days that would total twelve.