Luna tortured outdoor part 8

“Don’t wait up,” - plain code for, “I might be getting my leg over!” It was kind of true really; I just hoped that my friend getting the message would not pass on the last bit of my message to the others, as tits they might not be as understanding as him! But things were to take a surprising turn, as outdoor that evening unfolded………. “Mm…” Brittany moaned lightly, arching her back under the warm embrace of the duvet as she felt her mind and body begin to stir from the loving embrace of sleep, the vibrant memories of her dreams, many of which had been delightfully sexual and erotic, quickly growing distant and evaporating away as she slowly came around, her eyes opening slowly to greet the new day. With a wince Brittany raised a hand to shield her half-lidded eyes from the piercing white light bleeding in through their blinds, relaxing for a few moments before leaning up onto her elbows, pussy glancing around curiously, the duvet held modestly around her not insubstantial bust, presenting an impressive line of her deep cleavage. As her vision adjusted to the sudden brightness of the intruding morning light, what she saw coming into focus beside her in bed made her smile, a soft contented sigh escaped her lips as the sight of him laying there brought back a whole suite of new, wonderful memories, freshly made the night before in this very spot. Settling back down BDSM on her side and facing him she quietly studied their new ‘boyfriends’ face, enjoying the expression on his attractive youthful features, so quiet and peaceful as he slept, a real far cry from the looks he had given them throughout the most memorable parts of last night when she and her sister had, between them, pumped no less than five thick loads of their girl cum into his perfect virgin public body. A night she’d never forget. She bit her lip a little and felt her cock, which had yet to wake from between her thighs, twitch and stir as the memories of his body and the pleasure it could give returned to her. And just like that, in the space of a few not so innocent thoughts, she could feel her lust and desires clawing for her attention, trying to bestow upon her the cursed gift of morning wood, her mind now doing its best to point out little details that she hadn’t noticed before, like the way the duvet lay on his body, contouring to the alluring curves of his shapely ass and narrow waist, tempting her with what she could be doing to him, right here and right now if she so wanted. How easy it would be, she knew, to simply take what was hers, to pin him down and put him to his proper use, showing him what it would be like to wake up with her thick, pale cock already repurposing his ass as a pussy for her to use, or to lovingly rouse him from his peaceful dreams, by stroking off her cock until the point of climax then stuffing her length down his throat, making sure the first sensation to welcome him to his day was the thick ropes of cum coating his tongue and filling his stomach. Brittany blushed crimson and forced herself to look away, doing her best to drive away the thoughts that threatened to unleash her mounting lust on him. She almost failed, but, luckily for him, Brittany had to speak to Katie this morning, preferably before the boy woke up and, looking past him onto the bed, she wasn’t at all surprised to find the space where her sister had slept, notably lacking a redhead. Brittany eyed him for another long moment, her sparkling blue eyes searching his peaceful face as she mustered the willpower required to pass this test, resisting the urge to start her day with the animalistic rutting of his doubtless unwilling boy butt and simply walking away. With a sigh she shuffled quietly to the edge of the bed, reluctantly swinging her legs out and pulling herself up to her feet, feeling the morning air wrapping around her in a cooling embrace as she left the warmth of the duvet behind. With a yawn she held her arms out above her head, her back arching as she stretched out, pleased to find none of the achiness in her limbs she had been half expecting to feel after all of their fun and games the night before. Feeling content and with a final glance over her shoulder at her precious little sleeping boy, she made to step barefoot from the room, grabbing her fluffy bathrobe from the back of the door as she did, pulling it on over her curvy body as she stepped out into the hall, closing the bedroom door behind her with care. "Yes." “You can…go again…right?” she huffed. I groaned, swaying. Female's life signs are failing. Trust me." The insectoid bastard was killing Sven. “Even if tits I’m not special, I’m just glad to know her. My orgasm ended. Swallow my fucking cock, Jake, I wanna cum in your throat!" Teasing me all the way. Zach looked at his little sister's amazing body, her bare back and her curvy ass as she stood there on all fours and waited for him to mount her. This is not a short term thing to me. It’s for the rest of our lives unless we both agree to end it. “Because she’s a Joe?” Hang on." “Mmm, won't that be exciting?” More of that wonderful heat rippled through me. A Father and Daughter find out that they mean more to each other. “He grabbed your butt.” You’re adorable, he’s cute, life’s short, and you only live once. “Well, I can’t help you there,” her mother pointed out, shaking her head. He was outdoor so close I could feel the tension building until he let out an almighty roar as he came. She darted away from me, covering her tits. Linda screamed when her body convulsed as waves public after waves of pleasure coursed to BDSM her extremities. I saw Aunt Sheen had the two top buttons undone and her deep, dark cleavage was tempting me from pussy behind the gate. You are giving up so much.