Saggy

She turned to me, her face twisted in rage, and she charged me with teeth bared, and manic hatred in her eyes. Joy pounced on me, and I wrapped my arms about her in a maternal embrace, and let boobs her vent her hatred, her darkness. She bit, scratched, and pulled, but to no avail, for Elementals were immortal, and the injuries she dealt healed instantly. I felt her naked suppleness pressed to me, the way her lithe muscles worked beneath the flesh, and I could not stop myself. I sank my fingers into her succulent flank, and rolled us onto the bed. “Mother, what are you-” but her objection was cut short with the press of my lips, which opened her own to deliver my tongue. She stared at me, her golden eyes wide with horror, tinging their natural white for a moment as the mask of her golden body fell. Her slenderness was unsheathed from the voluptuous golden profile, her pure white flesh glowing dimly. I coerced her avaricious nature back with the motions of my tongue, delivering to her the pleasures of an invasive caress. Joy would have found the ordeal traumatic, but Greed wanted to horde the experience. She changed back, willingly indulging in the wrongness of it, focusing on learning the ways of my kiss so that she could keep that knowledge in her treasure box of a mind. Her breasts pillowed against mine, the nipples stabbing pleasantly between us, and she moved boldly, but in an unpracticed manner atop me. “You have much to learn.” I smiled Webcams against her parted lips. “Teach me, Mother.” She whispered, her breath sweet in my nostrils, her eyes filled with desire, “Teach me everything!” She accentuated the last word with a cry that reflected her need. She spread her legs about me, and I pressed my pubis to hers. She shuddered when she felt our slits connect, and the beads of our erogeneity engorge from their hoods to play. I guided her hips to shift back and forth, gliding her pearl through my folds, letting my wet, delicate petals caress the center of her lust. She hissed and moaned, her eyes glazing and lidding xhamster with hedonism, her mouth gaping, the lustrous, gold lips glistening with my saliva. I looked over her shoulder, and saw Vita watching us, his engorgement curving upward. I could see in his eyes that he was conflicted, but there was no denying the wants of his body. I just had to goad the wants of his new flesh. “Take her, Vita.” I called over my daughter’s shoulder as I gripped her cheeks and spread them, “She is yours.” Joy stopped her gyrations, her face stricken with alarm. “Mother, no!” She cried, and the sweet fear and vulnerability in her voice tickled the power-lust in Vita. He could not stop himself, and nor could she, for even though her mouth sung fearfully her protest, her body still curved to press greedily to mine. It was only when her Father grabbed her by the hips, that Joy finally found the will to resist. She thrashed and twisted, and Vita caught both of her wrists, and pinned them together at the small of her back. “Father, please don’t!” Joy cried, not realizing that her protests only entrenched her fate. She squirmed atop me, each shift causing our connected slits to rub and stimulate, coercing the nectar from our flushing buds to mingle in a stickily. She was aroused and ready despite herself, and the escalating screams she delivered in her panic only readied her father more. There was a moment where I remembered who she was, and who I was. I remembered that these skins we wore were just indulgences we took in lesser pleasures, and that the people we were outside of them would regret this forever. For I know that a person is more than their darkness, but Corruption knows not. Petra wanted Joy to be pure and wonderful, but Corruption wanted to see that purity tainted and ravaged. The moment passed, and I angled my daughter’s pelvis upward, relishing the sweet song of her fear. Vita shared a megalomaniac look with me, then buried himself to the hilt. I had a nice night planned; dinner, dancing and an evening stroll on the beach. Not this time. “You don’t mean that.” Trevor said bluntly as he fished in the pocket of her apron where she had gotten the condom for Matthew earlier. Her cheeks blushed crimson. I finally move south, fortunately, just below her rock hard abs is her even harder throbbing cock. Closing the door he continues to the next door, putting his ear to the door he hears a faint sound of something, creaking the door ever so slightly he peaks in, there at the end of the room his prey, packing away her back turned to him, music playing Webcams from a radio on the stand. That triggered her second orgasm, tightening her asshole around my cock, intensifying my own. For going to events, movies, walking and such. Rolling his eyes, he took the blunt from her and wordlessly put it into his mouth. ‘The bog...that’ll be why it’s preserved.’ < No, you are kidding me. > A chorus of shrill voices, arms outstretched, offering boobs books, CD’s and pens to her as she made her way down the line, smiling so perfectly with her ruby red lips as she thanked people for coming out. It must be Tom's boyfriend. But how I transformed him is definitely another fun story! You really did start something when you xhamster blackmailed me.” “Well that’s it for Lisa, Wendy, and Marcy.” Ron announces.