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Sherok moaned lowly around me, then pulled out slowly, her lips sealed, her tongue licking all the way. “Wow,” She whispered when my tip left her mouth, braids of precum bridging her lips, “there is something in your seed, Elena.” I pushed her breasts together, my thumbs pressing into the nipples. “And how does it make you feel?” “Hungry for more!” She gasped, and dove back down. Moms and Boys As she took me into her throat, she parted the fingers of her exploring hand, and inserted two in my pussy, and two in my ass. The tattooist had to press down on my back to keep it from arching. Sherok winked, her lips quirking in a smile around my cock, her tusks biting playfully into its underside. I pressed her nipples until they inverted, and her smile disappeared, turning mmf back into a ravenous oval about my base. Her long fingers found virgin depths within both my holes, and as I gritted my teeth around my masculine pleasure, I was assaulted with a woman’s vulnerable lust. Inside me. So deep inside me! I opened my legs to take her deeper, angling my pelvis so that she could do the same with me. Gronk growled and pushed his hand against my back, folding me over to keep me still. Trapped in that position, with the top of Sherok’s head sliding along my belly, at the mercy of her exploitive fingers and consuming mouth, I began to climax. “Make me come!” I cried. Sherok smiled around my cock, and complied. Her head bobbed with a gluttonous fervor, glossing my shaft with her spit. When she took me in, her swan-like neck swallowed to apply pressure, the suction pulling at my spasming loins. Her fingers penetrated my holes at a frenetic pace, my juices gushing from me with each push, dribbling down my taint, wetting my anal violation. I whined and hissed, trying to reciprocate with my hands as I clumsily fondled her breasts, unable to find dexterity in the heat of my pleasure. Sherok’s other hand serviced what I could not, pushing four fingers between her squatting legs, her nectar stringing from between her knuckles, pooling at her heels. Without warning, a trifecta of pleasures coursed through me, fluttering in my nethers, aching in my anus, raging in my loins. I panted and gasped as Sherok moaned muffled tones, her hips swaying in a dance of desire. She planted her face firmly against my crotch, and I unloaded down her throat. Her moans rose to stifled screams as my cum gushed into her belly, my charmed seed bringing her to orgasm. I saw a spasm lance up her spine, and her hips dropped, her thighs trembling violently. She squirted on the ground between my feet, and though her eyes rolled back, and her face flushed, she didn’t stop sucking me until Big Tits I was dry. Then she pulled out slowly, her lips quirking in a playful smile as her cheeks grew gaunt, highlighting her severe cheekbones. My cock sprung from her lips with a pop, clean and shining. “It’s rare for a thing to be better than advertised.” Sherok said, drawing one tantalizing finger along my underside, then sucking it clean, “I can see why beasts of lust would sacrifice their freedom to be in the service of something like this.” “I’m always open for more slaves.” I smiled. “Do I seem the type to wrap myself in chains and squeal for you?” Sherok raised her brows. “I’d love to see it.” “You think yourself a dominating woman, don’t you, Elena of the Straltaira?” Sherok said, standing to her full height, “When all you’ve had are elves and succubi, I suspect it’s easy to think that.” She grabbed my cock and squeezed, not to the point of pain, but to the edge of it. She loomed her face over mine as I moaned and withered beneath her. “But you’ve never been with a warrior like me, Ranger.” She flicked her tongue across my lips, “I’ve made slaves of men twice your size, and I riding tied them down and milked them until they worshipped me like a goddess.” “I’m feeling rather worshipful right now.” I whispered, my voice full of breath. Excuse me, I meant men’s ‘penises and testicles’ - when I was young too. After all, her mental representations of ‘weeaboo suckers I can fleece,’ and ‘attractive guys I wanna fuck,’ formed a venn diagram without much overlapping area, and it riding seemed like the last of Big Tits her opportunities had slipped through her fingers. Jean sighed in contentment, her mmf eyes still closed. The two were synonymous. inception. “Relax, it will be fine. As we headed down the road, Sargent Johnson let us in on the big news. Steve borrowed some toys from Mitch's 'Cupboard of Doom' and prepared his slave for departure. I love the feeling and on weekends when Sara is in the mood she will have me leave it there because Moms and Boys she knows I love the feeling. My mind was still searching for the missing memory when I numbly wrapped my lips around his cock. We now had only one car and eleven people to get home. Mike (43 yrs old) , an investment banker for a large bank, was accompanied by his wife Brenda (a real estate agent) ,daughter Ashley (a college student) and Brenda’s divorced sister Jane (a network TV morning show cohost) ; who was visiting from out of town. My hand cupped her left breast and it was so heavy and firm.