Stacie Jaxxx, Melody Jordan, Kristy Snow, Nina Lopez

They pumped in congruence, pushing my ass into the small of my back, lurching me forward so that my face pressed into Tom’s crotch. They held my body in place with their strong hands; Damian squeezing the fat of my ass and spreading it wide so that he could fuck me deeper, Jericho wrapping his arms around me and pinning my belly to his. They trapped me in this embrace as they had their way with me, leaving me helpless, at their mercy, but I trusted them. They didn’t try to hurt me, or force me to give up my dignity, or make me plead or beg like a bitch. They didn’t do any of the things that had been done to me; any of the things I would have done. I wanted them to have that power over me, I wanted to see what they’d do with it, what pleasures they would give me, what joy their control would bring. I spread my thighs wide for Jericho, hummed my cry around and Tom, relaxed my anus for Damian, and surrendered my body. The choker around my neck tightened as Tom’s cock bulged down my throat, but I didn’t gag. I tasted his foul masculinity with my clumsy tongue, and expelled my escalating cries through the broken seal of my lips. My breasts jiggled from my chest, the nipples grazing Jericho’s pecs, the supple globes glistening caramel with my exertion. My belly clenched with every thrust; flexing to the feeling of Jericho indenting my oozing petals with his entry, sliding against that spot on my ceiling, and hitting my bottom. My pelvis churned with every pump; aching to the feeling of Damian pushing my stretched rim inside me, creasing my pelvic floor into a shadow with his entry, reaming my sinful channel, and finding depths that screamed for abuse. The sensations combined at the meeting of my holes, wracking my fleshy membrane into a convulsing ruin that compelled me to clench, lurch, and grind. The feeling ballooned, the aching, tortuous delight that crawled down my legs, boiled into my belly, and burned like lightning into my extremities. My three fathers began bucking and heaving, losing their equanimity as their balls to roil with eruption. They thrusted with force now, their cocks driving into me, their sacks slapping against me, their moans and groans mixing with my gagging screams. I lost myself in the heat of it, lost myself in the throes of sweat, of skin, of piercing closeness in my most intimate places. I screeched around Tom, bucked my hips against Jericho, smashed my ass against Damian, and writhed to the dance of orgasm. Love me, Daddy. Willowbud’s whisper cut through the noise, Love me like you used to. Night Eyes spoke the next words, I don’t remember Daddy ever loving me like big teen this. Of course, we’ve both changed so much, haven’t we, Daddy? I tried so hard to follow your rules, Willowbud sounded ashamed, but I couldn’t stand the pain. I’m sorry, Daddy. Night Eyes sardonically chuckled the words now, I’m sorry, but I’m just not your little girl anymore. If you knew about the things I’d done, you’d never speak to me again. Willowbud’s voice came Hardcore now, desperate, tortured, But I won’t let you find out about me! I won’t let you see what I’ve become! You can’t stay with me, but I blowjob can’t let you leave knowing what I am! Why did you have tits to keep looking for me? Why couldn’t you have just given up like everyone else?! I’M DEAD, DADDY! I’VE ROTTED TO NOTHING! I came with a back-wrenching scream, and I felt the stone, the earth, the bedrock hundreds of feet below me. They solidified in my mind, a picture of granite and shale, connected to me like my veins, at the mercy of my heart. Warmth shot into me, hot seed seeping into my pummeled insides. Wetness sprayed over me, hot, red, smelling of iron. The bodies dropped; holes in their heads, looks of ecstasy frozen across their dead faces. I looked at them dumbly from clear eyes… Willowbud’s eyes… my eyes. She loved my nipple, stroked it. are you physically OK to play, because there's a whole lot of our playgroup that has missed you," I say with a big smile on my face. She yawned and thought of her feelings for Stan and for Tina. Susan smiled and rejoined the others to wait for Beth to finish. It was infectious. I could tell Amanda was happy since we didn’t venture there often. Her cum spurted hot into my pussy. “Do you want my pants off, sweetie?” Inwardly, however, she was reeling. She moaned in his mouth as he pushed her down impaling her on the long shaft again. His pre-cum oozed and began to soak through his underwear. "Is this close to what you had imagined?" Call them what you will, but in turn Hardcore I found each to be rude, foolish, smelly, awkward, cruel, criminal, or insane, in often unsavory combinations. Hey body starting to quiver, I heard her manage to plead, “G-go faster!” Harry noticed that it was too tight to be Ginny but before he could look he heard "Fuck me, I need you in me." coming from Gabrielle. You have your money?” "You look.....flush..." Maddie had small breasts. The majority of women wear the single garment of a slave of Aghara-Penthay – a scarlet silken wrap like a big towel, barely large teen enough to reach from the breast to the pelvis, which is configured to leave the girl open on one tits side. Jacob felt driven to get to blowjob the meeting place at all means.