Tori Black EnJoys The Ultimate Joy On Her Vagina

“Dad always takes Mom’s side.” “We’ll see whose side he take after I deep-throat the old man!” I hissed. “Holy fuck, Angela!” “That’s exactly what this is.” I gasped. “You went too far!” Brandon seethed as he ravaged me. “You’re not going far enough! Deeper, Dearest Brother, deeper!” With a lock of my legs, and twist of my abdomen, I spun us until I was straddled atop him once again. He pushed another finger from each hand into me, and stretched, causing my back to dive into an arch, my belly to press to his, and my shoulders to pinch together. I drove my pelvis against him, removed my encouraging finger, and grasped the sides of his head so that I could eat his mouth. Then he had me against the wall, driving so hard it felt like he was trying to break me through it. I squealed with every thrust, inhaling with desperate pants, my face flushed, my body slick with sweat. I locked my legs around his waist and clung to his shoulders, crying out with every breath, hugging him internally with his every retreat. His heart was hammering against mine, his breath was exerted and short, his thrusts were reaching a crescendo. He still held me from the inside, gaping me, kneading his fingertips into my taught filth as he pummeled me from the other side. It was getting to me now; a pressure that seemed to ache with pleasure, a feeling that built, and built. I couldn’t cry out anymore. I only lezbo had enough voice in my chest to gasp and wheeze, my neck striating with the tension of my throat, my chest burning. “Come inside me.” I whispered into Brandon’s ear, and his hips blasted, accelerating to a fervency, driving me lez against the bark-covered wall. My pussy drooled down the convulsing bridge of my holes, both channels wracked with spasms; fluttering and contract, seizing around all invasions, trying to take them deeper. Brandon panted against my cheek, his tone that of rutting beast, long past sanity. I lost myself with him, becoming the twisting body of reaction, the writhing dancer of sensation. My hands turned to claws against his back, the nails digging into his shoulders. My eyes shut Lesbian tightly, and I pressed my cheek to his chest, clinging on for dear life, whimpering as the feeling ravaged me. I was helpless to it, a slave and a victim, and it showed no mercy. My breath caught, my body seized, and I was trapped in the moment of excruciating ecstasy. Brandon shared it, growing rigid, unable to make a sound. Then the wave crashed upon us, and he erupted into my depths as I found my voice, and exalted to the ceiling. White energy shot pussy licking from him, swirled around us in a vortex, and consumed the room. Shapes appeared in the sapphire currents; images of dolphins leaping from waves, of birds diving into canyons, of trees sprouting and growing to giants above sparse plains. My sexual climax dwindled, lesbo but a new crescendo rose. It was an exhilaration, a feeling of energy that raged in my veins. Brandon pressed his mouth to mine, and we stared wide-eyed into each other through the kiss, the feeling firing through our synapses, flashing, blinding, then… done. The energy dissipated, and with it, our strength. Brandon lowered us weakly, and I slid down the wall, before falling into a spineless sprawl on the floor. Our mouths stayed connected, the passion boiling, then simmering, then calming. We parted with a harmony of gasps, then looked down. My body was covered from foot to neck in white patterns. They were of animals and plants, the lines contouring to every curve of me, impossible in their intricacy. A wolf howled on my shoulder, a lioness stalked a buffalo on my thigh, a whale swam beneath the reflection of the moon on one of my breasts. There were hundreds of other scenes on my body, from the soles of my feet, to the tips of my fingers, each one flowing with the curves of my form, and separated by patterns of foliage and water. As the light dimmed to its normal radiance, I noticed that it was tinged slightly green. The resort beach was at least two miles away and she could still make out the form of their voyeur still jogging now at least a mile ahead of her husband. Laura was sitting on the couch opposite me staring at me her legs were shaking her lips were smacking together as her eyes looked me up and down I would love to be a lesbo fly on the walls of her mind to see what was going on in that pretty head of hers. They fought tooth and nail for the chance to be your observers. I was lez his bitch now. Recently she discovered how much I like it when she talks about other men. “I love my adorable kittens!” I howled. You better take those underwear off and let me throw them in the wash.” “that is good baby, suck mommy right there, suck,on the lezbo little hard part.” and from then on she was a pro. "I've never been more sure of anything in my entire life. "Sister!" Again on her left cheek. I had to see. The sounds echoed through the gymnasium. I look at the mirror behind the bed and I can see her tits and Lesbian I can see myself as I continue eating her luscious pussy. I came down from my high. Logan watches as his Mom rushes through the patio door and disappears into the house. Look. A strip of ruffled lace around the waistband, the style cut like you would imagine a plain pair pussy licking of schoolgirl's panties. She shifted a little and I looked down to see her titties under her shirt. He stared up at them and groaned around my clit. Cindy was one of those rare women who just happened to have an anal fixation. As her hips slowly slide down to meet mine she lifts her dress up over her head. “Yes master, I chose to love you a long time ago as well. I smiled as I thought that, remembering Kyleigh's lush mound sliding up and down my dick.