Cherokee-Army Girl

I could resist no longer; I slid back down the bed and buried my head under his kilt, diving into his cleft, kissing and tonguing his crack and tasting the sweaty scent of this, the most private area of his young body. I spread his legs, to discover his balls and erect cock, trapped by his kilt and pressed firmly against tits the bed and down between his legs. His cock-head was already exposed and moist; I licked it in a circular motion, before taking it fully into my mouth, as my nose pressed into his hairless balls – did he shave his balls? I hadn’t remembered that from last time. He was groaning and writhing against the bed, clutching at the pillow in pleasure at his rimming. “Do it, Mark,” he groaned, “You know you want to ……. please.” I pulled the pillows down under the front of his kilt, lifting his rear. Then, gently folding back the pleats of his Skye Tartan, I exposed his beautiful, plump, round cheeks to the soft moonlight. I needed no lubricant; I was oozing pre-cum for all I was worth! So, smearing my pre-cum in and around his anus, I first finger-fucked him gently. He gasped, as the first finger pushed inside to find his prostate. I felt it, slightly hard and swollen with excitement. He groaned, more loudly this time. Then, kneeling between his spread thighs and breasts exposed rear, and surrounded by the folds butt of his kilt, like a huge blue-green flower, I pressed my wet and slippery tool against its small target Latina at the centre. Whether or not I was de-flowering the youth of my younger brother, I could not know but against his initial resistance, I pushed, gently at first and then more firmly, until my cock-head slipped inside the first chamber. His sharp intake of breath, followed by a slight whimpering sound, said, “Proceed”. “Oh God!” he exclaimed into the pillow, as I pushed beyond the next barrier, into his inner sanctum. He felt so warm and familiar, soft and comforting; I felt his thighs gripping the outside of my legs as I pressed on and I began to feel his own clenches from within his bowels. I established a slow, firm but gentle action, pushing fully into him and then slowly pulling almost all the way out, but not quite, then in again, back and forth, back and forth. “Oh Fuck! Oh God! Mark,” he gasped. “I’m gonna cum like this,” he groaned in ecstasy. I could feel his insides clenching me, as I kept pushing across the swollen hardness of his prostate. His entire body began to shake. It was all too much for me; my own cum was rising now and my action became necessarily more frantic, as I pushed faster, back and forth, in and out, until – we each let out our gasps in simultaneous relief, as we both came in two shattering orgasms, each reinforcing the other, as my cum seemed to explode from inside my balls and down my shaft, into his young willingness, to be met by throbs of ecstasy, as his own cum erupted from his prostate, soaking the inside of his kilt in pools of white spooge. Amidst our mutual groans and moans, I collapsed on top of him, my organ slipping from his hole, as his body relaxed under me. ass As I kissed the back of his neck, his hands found mine aside the pillow and he grasped them, gripping them in loving thanks. We both fell into deep and satisfying sleep; the sleep of the innocent? Perhaps. “Oh thanks she replied.” She took Latina it and washed it down with the last of her soda. Her hands fell away limply, and the black goat jumped down to trot briskly away out of shot leaving Mallika spread across the altar panting and moaning. She said. Everyone would be happy ass and— She got less then a quarter of it in her mouth before it hit the back of her throat and she gagged. I mean look at us. You just get to the funeral. She grabs it gently between her teeth and gives it a little tug flicking the tip with her tongue and that is enough for me. I go over the top, letting out an “OH my god I’m cumming”, I feel the juices freely running out of my cunt, the surge in by stomach is fantastic, my hips involuntarily raise off the lounge, my tits are now pointing back over my head as I arch my back and push breasts Julies face harder into my mound. Come along Sue." "Yuck! “Really? My nipples are abrading against the dirty desk top. Grunting in annoyance, Betty got up from the table and flipped the clamoring pile off Elise with one of her hooves. She was so kinky. Part of her wants to see what I’ll do. After a few minutes she got up. The user name looked familiar, and I knew why once I opened the message.
 Evan came into the kitchen, “the guys will be back to see me Monday, I’m sort of looking forward to it I think”. The girls on the TV were getting ready to fake orgasm and Sean was so intent that he tits didn’t know Sarah was watching. Seeing them do that and knowing that the cane was about to come whizzing down and inflict pain on my pussy in a couple of seconds was not a nice feeling; although it was a bit arousing. Doris started to protest, but Rita cut her short. "I'm sorry" I said, as I gave her a final apologetic glance but there was only contempt in her eyes. "Can you not tell by feeling it? Daddy. A glass membrane is backed with a layer of a reflective substance, originally a mixture of mercury and tin. In the next day or two, I will call for a meeting for it all to be explained.” The accumulated horniness of the sex starved wife found violent expression as her hips rose in rhythm to Prem’s ramming organ. "Some other time, like I said," butt I told him, looking him right in the eyes. My sister gave me a look, as to say well take off your robe. "Oh, I think I found your sensitive spot," I teased her.