Missy Monroe gets fucked

Willowbud gripped me by the breasts and squeezed tightly, painfully, unable to control herself in the heat of our lust. I cried out as the wonderful stings and pressure sank into my chest, as her fingers were lost in the succulent meat of my breasts. The rotation of my hips ceased, and I drove my pelvis down, trying to take every inch of her that I could. She slammed into me, her crotch colliding with my pelvis, her cock driving into my tight channel, separating me, burning through the nerve-swathed flesh of my erogeneity, invading the sanctity of my womanhood. Her girth passed along my clit with every drive, mingling the pleasure of my external lust with the ferocious ecstasy of my internal defilement. A new sensation awoke within me. It was a sensation that began within the center of my depravity, and simmered outward. It changed me. It compelled my body to bend with instinctual motions; my pelvis dropping, my back arching, my chest jutting forward, and my hands pressing into Willowbud’s bust, driving down to support my possessed curve. She squeezed my breasts harder as her own deformed in my pressing palms, and I began to pant and gasp as breath became scarce in my chest. Willowbud didn’t stop; she drove into me harder than before, losing her control to the same feeling that stole mine, colliding her body with mine as though she were trying to merge our very selves. The alien sensation began to grow in its intensity; a torrent of pleasure that seeped into every nerve and wracked every muscle, a tension that wound tighter and tighter, a felicitous pressure that always seemed on the verge of eruption, but didn’t release. My head flung big cock skyward, my eyes bulged, by mouth gaped and cried out. The tension wound mercilessly, tighter and tighter, tortuously bringing me through the ecstatic reaches of sanity. Willowbud surged into me with a furious, desperate blast of thrusts, possessed with her passion, driven by her lustful madness. The tension wound, and wound and wound… and then snapped. I screamed as the euphoric release washed through my body, burning its fire into every extremity of my being. Willowbud’s voice joined mine as she erupted within me, exploding her exaltation into the sanctity of my womb. Our bodies twisted in the chaos of our catharsis, and the world shook beneath us, as if quaking with the same rapture that rumbled within our bodies. I collapsed in exhaustion atop my god, my wings folding weakly to the ground behind me, draping over our sweating forms. We panted the last bit of euphoric madness from teens our bodies as the slick warmth of our flesh radiated into each other. Willowbud recovered first, and she took a grip of my hair, and lifted my face to hers. She kissed me with a burning passion, and I kissed her with loving gratefulness. I rolled us over so that I was on my back, and savored the weight of her body sinking into mine, and the hardness of her love still throbbing within me. She pulled from the kiss and looked into my eyes, her pine-colored gaze full of wonderous astonishment. “What?” I asked, a interracial blissful smile strewn lazily about my face. “You’re fucking amazing, Astrid,” she said, “I’ve had strange of all kinds, but I’ve never had anything like you.” “Well, thank you,” I giggled, feeling my face flush, “you were also amazing.” “Eh, you don’t have anything to compare me to,” Willowbud smiled, “and I’m not giving you a chance to find out I suck; you’re mine.” “I’ll always be yours,” I whispered, “no matter what.” Willowbud smiled from the tops of her eyes, tracing a thumb through the luscious outline of my lips. She looked over her shoulder, and I noticed the statue blonde for the first time. It was a thirty-foot monument of me; my back arched, my breasts jutted forward, my head tilted to the pornstar sky, and my wings splayed outward. It was born of the same rock that made up the outcropping, and was a picture-perfect sculpture, without a hint of chisel markings or errant carving. “I didn’t mean to make that,” Willowbud said softly, “if I can’t control my power when I come, I usually just shift the earth beneath me; it isn’t subtle, but it keeps people from wondering. With you, the only thing I could think about was how beautiful you looked.” She turned to me, a worried expression on her face, “You’re going to cause me trouble, Astrid; I might actually give a shit about you.” “From you, that means everything.” I smiled, feeling my heart almost burst from my chest. Willowbud smiled back, and snuggled atop me, making a pillow of my ample breasts and staring tiredly into my eyes. I pet her mess of pure-white hair into orderly rows beneath her ivory horns, and then closed my wings over us, blocking the mid-morning sun. Her green eyes drooped to slits, and then closed. Soon after, the sounds of her snores rang throughout the cocoon of feathers I had made. I smiled contentedly and felt my own eyelids grow heavy. Laura was unable to stop herself from moaning with lust. I'll cover your arse.” Carter finished unzipping his pants and unbuttoning them as Keegan sat their white faced staring up at Carter. Did I tell you that we’re going to another Yacht Club dinner tonight Georgia?” uh . . . Reality was starting to focus in my mind; the gasps of the crowd, the sand on my face, my mother’s breath in my nostrils, and her fist in my side. Her pussy writhed about me. Milked me. I groaned, swaying. and wide enough to enter the house. like that.”, said Aunt Sheen with her eyes closed. Any comments or how or what you would like to do to Samantha let me know Then shifting teens her ankle to my shoulder, I took a mighty swing and cuntpunched my sisters virgin pussy as hard as I could. I approached the large dog, squatting down in front of him and talking softly to keep him calm. After what she had just experienced, she wanted to blonde live more than anything. Mrs. Armstrong whimpered and moaned. I hit send and kept running, pornstar a stitch already forming in my side. I gawked at the display, marveling at the intensity of the interracial sensations that would compel her to wallow in such lows. She had agreed to keep the panties on till after dinner, so she knew she would be leaking cum all afternoon. I took the vase out of the bag, put some water in it from her big cock water pitcher and put the flowers in the vase. "What's going on?" she cried. Do you think you could get naked too? I can’t take my eyes off them. He was in a silly wimp outfit with her in black lace bra and panties. At her hesitance he slapped her again, "Do it or I will make you scream out in pain." I have learned over the years no one will take care of your things like you do.