“Mmm, so pussy or cock?” Orlanda asked as she and my wife reached me. “Oh, you're the guest,” said Ava. “You choose.” “Pussy,” moaned Orlanda. “I love sperm licking a futa's pussy. There's something so fun about it.” “I agree,” I said and hiked my pencil skirt. I pulled it up my thighs and revealed my futa-cock tenting a pair of bright-green panties. My wife shook her head. “I hate this pair. They're so anal tacky. That color riding is not flattering.” “It's an amazing color,” I said and grinned at her. “But if you hate it so much, here's your chance to get rid of them.” Ava Hardcore laughed as she fell to her knees before me. She grabbed my panties and drew them off. My futa-cock popped out, thrusting from cum the shaved folds of my pussy. The third stack riding was by far the largest. I am glad you allowed me to Be your Master, and not someone else. She didn’t scream Hardcore or say anything, but simply jerked her head back and forth, trying to avoid the noose falling down around her neck. This fired him up again, and the muffled sqeals of pain held a different color sperm of urgency than the noises from the other stimulation. Patricia smiled knowingly at Daniel who wore a lustful expression on cum his face. We need to know. Logan watches as his anal Mom rushes through the patio door and disappears into the house. After roughly an hour, my bedroom door opened. Every excruciating millimeter built upon the pleasure in her pussy. Thank you Dick darling for lunch.” “Ooh, yes!”