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  • Vita began to thrust in opposition of her drops, causing them to collide in a ripple of smacking flesh, each impact coercing her sullied nethers to clench in delight. Her cries were screams now, high, hoarse and kissing desperate, filtering through a voice that had brunette once been so lovely. It was twisted now, depraved and wanting, cursing with every breath, “Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck your little whore daughter!” And he did as commanded, pummeling her ruined gape, turning her body into a blur of jiggling flesh and flailing hair. I hummed a moan into her leaking depths, watching her as she watched me, caressing myself where I lez was vacant and aching with need. But I would not demand to be filled, for my pleasure was begot only from the debasement of my daughter. She dug her heels into the bedding, locked her thighs into a wide spread, and jackhammered herself atop her father. The spurting of her insides turned to continuous flood in my mouth, and her fluctuating scream turned to a continuous shriek in hers. With a final exaltation, she dropped, piecing herself deeper than ever, squishing my chin upon the roiling sack of my husband. She stayed there for a moment, grinding her hips in a violent circular path, her whine sputtering to a breathless croak. The delicate column of her neck striated with tension, her back arched to a spine-cracking bow, and she stayed in paralytic euphoria for a breathless moment. Then she came, and my face was drenched with her release. I lapped up her expulsion as she screamed in primal ecstasy, her entire body shaking with it. Vita groaned and growled, then erupted into his daughter’s anus, filling her with her wasted brothers and sisters. He trembled in his own ecstasy, and with a curse, he withdrew, lifting his squirming daughter upward so that he could unload the last of himself onto my face. I tasted the delicious mixture of my husband and daughter, and eyed the outturned ruin of Joy’s rosebud anus; swollen and leaking. Vita collapsed on the bed, spent and exhausted, and Joy did the same, falling into the crook of his arms. They snuggled together as father and daughter might, but their fingers did not find themselves in platonic places. Her hand gently caressed his shaft, and his hand trailed fingers through her tender folds. They stared into each other’s eyes, a mixture of lust, love, shame and regret tinging their expressions. It was beautiful. I slithered between my daughter’s weakly-splayed legs, and approached the apex of her sex. Heat radiated from her depths, the smell of her lezzy satisfaction wafted into my nostrils. She looked down at me questioningly, and I winked at her, then wrapped my lips about her prolapse. Gone was any resistance from her, and now she merely whined softly, played her fingers through my hair, then gripped my mane, and drew me deeper into her depravity. Her other hand coerced her father’s arousal to engorgement, and she looked hopefully into his eyes, biting her lower lip. The shame and regret in their expressions dwindled, and the desire overtook the love that was there. There was lezzies only lust now. Only power, greed, and corruption. I learned all about sex from my mum and sister May. My first was my sister when I was a young teenager I occasionally used to sleep with her in her double bed especially in winter to keep each other warm. When I was 14½ and she was a very attractive, golden honey blonde, curvy 15 (almost 16) one night I was dozing off when I felt her lightly touching my cock through my pyjamas. Can you say the same? He then went back to fucking her with lez his other hand still worrying her clit. She grabbed my sack and squeezed. The sliding glass doors whisked open on our approach. Cara: We are going on a lezzy hike, do you have a pair of sneakers? The truth is, Lucilla, that Night Eyes is giving me something that you can’t. She feeds my darkness. She reached into the medicine cabinet kissing and took out the bandages. “If that's what you want me to do, Master.” She swallowed, a shudder running through her body. Courtney was in the class, but I hardly thought about her. That said, Phil couldn’t lie, he was having a boatload of fun with it too, and if nothing else, he was learning a lezzies lot from her, although he would never admit that. I wrapped my arm around her, pulled her down against me hard and started sucking. No one was around. He pounded me so hard, ramming that brunette dick into me. I could take it. Trees had been replaced with white pillars, ravines had been filled in, all manner of plants and brush were completely buried. He placed his hands on her soft thighs and caressed them gently before moving them up her body until he reached her titties.
  • We stayed until about 8 pm when the hospital announced that visiting hours were over. We all hugged Dakota and kissed her. I whispered in her ear that we all love her, and I love her the most. I saw a single tear roll lez from her right eye down her cheek. I reached up and with one finger brushed that tear away. As we walked back out to Jill’s BMW the weather was nice and there was a gentle breeze. It made the evening feel delightful. I was happy that Dakota was going to be released in the morning and I was going to be here to pick her up depending on what time the release would be. I dialed up Dr. Ronda and asked her, she tells me that Dakota should be out of the hospital by 10 am, which was fine by me. As we were driving back to the Chateau, it dawned on me that Fernandez’s wife would begin working for me tomorrow morning. As we pulled up in front of the outer gate, Jill only poked on the button and the outer gate opened. She drove the car inside next to the courtyard gate. Once again, she poked only one button and the inner gate opened. I liked that someone took the time to make those buttons work to open and close the gates. Jill poked one more button and opened one of the garage doors which allowed her to put her BMW into the garage. We came out of the garage into the house. As we walked down the hallway, it smelled delicious. Sammy and Bobby had cooked some sort of cheesy chicken casserole. I went straight to my bedroom. I shed my clothes and stepped into the shower. I stood there for several minutes before the shower door opened and someone joined me in the shower. I didn’t even turn around to look. I just felt kissing the soft hands be placed over my eyes and little kisses in the back of my neck. I knew it clearly was not Dakota and lezzy it didn’t feel like Tina. I didn’t make a guess I just gently turned around. I was quite surprised; it was Dr. Ronda. We embraced brunette underneath the shower and let the nice hot water cascade over our bodies. lezzies ” Brandon’s desperate voice squealed in my mind, “ She’s a Sentient like Corruption! It was a posture full of solemnity, and she kept it, letting the sentiment wash over the crowd. Dakota got up and poured herself a cup of coffee keeping a watchful eye on Amy and kissing me. Amy went back to thrusting from side to side. "I enjoyed, and I see that Amy enjoyed also. “You should try kissing it,” he eventually said. “It seems so long ago” began Kristina in a voice that was incongruously aristocratic brunette “but it came to me just before Easter, when I was still Sister Kristina at the lezzy convent of St Theodota. She peeled the top of the bandage down. Information that had not been shared with Emily. Keep going,” I told him, feeling his thick and veined cock pulse, as I did so. What a nice thing to say. “What about you?” “I lez love you, that's why I do things with you.” My pearly seed lezzies coated them.