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It was just a question of how soon. A fantasy with a hint of truth, if this aint your thing then look at the tags before busty reading. That’s why they’re there.

When I was young, I’m pretty sure I was in love with my cousin. We grew up on the same street and were inseparable. We’d always play Princess and Prince and I’d have to save her from one of the other neighbor kids who were the “bad guys”. But no matter how much they begged, the game was always set. I was her Prince. 
 She truly was a childhood depiction of a princess too. Willowy body, long tousled chestnut hair that had shocks of blonde from the sun exclusively in the summer time. Her lips were full and wide, curving at the edges to give her face a kind look even when she was upset. Eyes a vibrant dark jade that I stripping had to pull myself away from before I looked too long. 

 At first she was all frills. A princess in her porn truest form. Puffy dresses and crowns set plastic jewels, but as we grew older her dresses grew more tight, her breasts a bit more budding. Soon the neighbor boys weren’t just pretending to capture her, it became a game of gray areas and fuzzy boundaries. The boys would tie her up, we’d sword fight, and she’d sensual be freed. But eventually the sword fights got harder, and the knots in her bindings grew harder to untie. 
 By ten we were all too old for the game but nobody had told us to stop playing it, so none of us did. Our Princess however was not always interested in playing, but what Princess is suppose to want to be captured? It was her unwillingness that we relied on to suspend our disbelief, to make the game fun. We’d be drawing with chalk in her drive way, and they’d ride up on their bikes. “Wanna play the game?” They’d ask.
“Not today.” She’d say, kind but a bit pleading. 
I drew my wooden sword and we’d mock flashing battle, me pretending to lose, and they’d push her down, or take her chalk then pull her away while she yelled, 
 “stoppppp, I don’t want to play this right now!”

 a long time ago they learned it was best to have a bandana on hand or some duck tape. The last thing we needed was for her to get parents involved that didn’t understand the game. 
I’d give them a head start, pretending to summon a dragon or to heal myself before the big battle and then I’d have to track them through the woods behind our houses to find where they hid her.
 Without making a busty sound Aunt Sheen began sucking my soft cock in her mouth. She tweaked Willy’s nipples, took a step back and looked at Willy’s fabulous rack. She leans down so she can reach back and rub her clit. Rosalyn smirked, unable to help herself. He’s free now”. Anna opened her eyes and looked up at me. A smile appeared on her lips and instead of a glassy look, there was an intense desire burning in her eyes. "So, I heard you're looking for someone who can hold you down and have their way with your helpless body? I porn smiled and said yes I'm just having a laugh with the boys you know that. Latter that night Karen came to my room after everyone was in bed. Having felt Martin's naked stiff boner in her hand was more than arousing but looking ahead to today what if . . . I had to take my cock away from her before it was too late so that I could finish what I was supposed to. I cut into it I found that it was perfectly cooked. I said honestly. “So are you, my dark jewel.” I ran my hand along her sticky belly, collected a dollop of mixed semen on flashing my finger, and brought it to her lips. “Vance, if she turns and kills people it will expose the pack.” sensual And when he came, he made sure that some drops always landed on the picture, if possible on Manya’s beautiful face. “No.” Her string bikini panties left only a thin line on her stripping hips between the bottom of her corset and the top of her fishnet stockings. Her husband worked 12 hour day shifts, so I got to spend a lot of alone time with my sister.