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  • She puts her hand on the small of my back bending me over the back of the chair so my tummy is resting on the top and my hands are on the seat. “This is so humiliating!” I whisper as Silvia moves her hand to my inner thigh encouraging me to spread my legs amid a chorus of wolf whistles. I am sure student they can see my pussy from behind but thankfully the lingerie covers some of my butt. I'm not sure how I have any modesty left but somehow it still matters. “Wow boys, that looks good enough to eat eh!. Why don't you give that ass a little shake for the crowd.” I wiggle my butt and shake it back and forth for the benefit of the crowd. Looking back through the back of the chair I see Phil make his way up to me and I take a deep breathe as I prepare for more food fucking to be stuffed in my little hole. “Ok, team, let's get this hot bun in it's snug little oven,” Eddie instructs over the chatter of the crowd. I concentrate on taking deep, full breathes as I feel Silvia and / or Phil's fingers on my labia again, spreading me college open and exposing my vagina to the crowd. Then I feel the basting brush sliding up and down my puss. Phil spends some extra time buttering my clit which unbelievably gets me going. I guess it is better for me if I am wet but I hate how my body isn't my own. “Thatta girl” I hear Silvia purr over the speakers. “Get all nice and warm and lubed up for us.” Silvia's finger slides into my pussy as she says this and curls up towards my belly button drawing a small gasp from me. Then I feel her finger pull out to be replaced by the damn brush. Phil twirls it around my entrance tickling my oversensitive vagina until I want to turn around and pull it out of his hand. I am just about to stand up when he again slides it into my pussy and starts fucking me with it. “Unh” I gasp and I look down and grip the chair while Phil vigorously fucks adorable me with short strokes right at the entrance to my pussy. I feel my entrance stretch and then grip the handle of the brush only to be stretched again as he pulls it back out. I look down at the seat of the chair, struggling to keep more sex noises from escaping as I get worked back up. I am surprised to hear laughter from the crowd and I am faintly aware that he is gesturing to the audience. The brush pulls out of my vagina and I feel the hands on my labia apply more pressure. This is it, I think, bracing myself to be stuffed. “Hey!” I yelp as I feel an almost scalding heat press up against my puss and then it pushes in filling me up with a scalding heat. “It's hot!” I yell as I stand up, uncomfortably filled with a hot breadstick. Phil grabs my arms or I would pull the stick out of me. “Don't worry Tina, we thought you'd like a hot stick in your college girl hot little pussy but we checked it on our wrists before stuffing it home to make sure we didn't burn your important parts.” Silvia explains. Sure enough, even though I am spreading my legs and waving my pelvis around in a ridiculous fashion I can feel that it isn't so much burning me as just uncomfortably warm inside me. I stopping thrusting at the air and go still hanging in defeat from Phil who is still holding me up by my arms facing the crowd. The crowd for it's part is roaring with laughter at my expense. “Well Tina. How do you like our cheese stuffed sticks? Your tight little puss sure gobbled that one up!” Eddie proclaims. “Ok everyone, let's see if we can get to our next lucky number before that stick gets cold. We like to serve our food hot at the Stuffed Pussy!.” Phil lets me go and I take a deep breath and hobble towards the greeting station. When I take a step I feel oil squeeze out of the stick and drip down my inner thigh. Self-consciously I wipe it up with my finger. A few minutes later there was fucking a chiming signal. I let him stand there for a few seconds then asked him if they were for Emily. “Mother, no!” She cried, and the sweet fear and vulnerability in her voice tickled adorable the student power-lust in Vita. We getting drunk tonight?" I wait till a little later and I knock on her door. That’s what we listen to if it’s my choice.” I gaped as she stopped moving, utterly paused. college He picked up the plate and put his hard cock next to the large bratwurst. “I do not know you nor your staff. And she felt like there was no turning back now. He lifted both his arms and held her by her thighs. “So what the fuck crawled up Phil’s ass, laid eggs and died?” she asked me. She wouldn't handle another day in the cage without losing her sanity. "I will go ahead and tell you we fairies don't usually commune with humans but I'm on official business," Celeste said as she began to blush. “Always! “I think that’s a great idea, fucking your mom is going to college girl be a bit difficult as what about with your brother and sister?” “No… I… I am… a whore… a slut… a cocksleave…”
  • So naughty. That heat between my thighs swelled and swelled I came downstairs. My mother peered at me from the kitchen, wearing a long, pale dress decorated with paisley flowers. It was adorable as conservative as mine, the collar snug about her neck, the sleeves descending to her wrist, and the hem falling down to her ankles. “Well, there you are,” she said. “Let me have a look at you.” I came close to her, waiting for her inspection. There could be no way that she knew about the naughty, rebellious panties I had on. Her hands slid from my shoulders down to my elbows, smoothing the fabric into my skin. She gripped me there, eyes flicking up and down my body. She frowned. The tingles rippled through me. “Is something wrong, Mother?” I asked. “No,” she said, slowly. Her brow furrowed more. “Everything looks fine.” I trembled. I wanted to confess what I'd done. To tell her what college girl I was wearing beneath my skirt. I was being naughty. “Well, I'm sure whatever it is, I'll figure it out,” she said. My stomach roiled. How could she know? Was it how I was standing? Was it the warmth glowing in my cheeks? “Well, come on, your breakfast is getting cold.” “Yes, Mother,” I said as I headed into the kitchen to where a small breakfast nook lay. There were two bowls student of cream wheat, plain and unseasoned. It wasn't that stuff made from instant. This was homemade. Healthy. fucking I sat down, spooning up the white porridge, hoping it would help settle my college stomach. Mother stared at me the entire time across the table, hardly touching hers. After I came, she switched if off and said, “Vanessa, I’m not your Mistress, but I would like to be your friend, and I’m enjoying giving you some pleasure.” With that, she switched it on again and watched fucking me slowly cum again. I saw Jamie getting into a fight with one of the boys. I could be at this for hours.” i went down on her but she push my head away. Petra shuddered, hugging herself. My hips adorable swiveled from side to side. I pulled my lets up just in time college girl as she dove onto my bed. He reached out with his senses, enhancing them with his magic. The other players continue until there is only one person left in the game and that person wins.” I reached up college and put one in. She threw her dollar bills on the table and slipped off the bikini bottom. “Normally student I’d make you sleep in your little dog bed over there in the corner, but tonight I’ll make an exception since I just took your virginity and you’ve been such a good girl,” she whispers in my ear as her hand comes up and caresses my cheek. “Yes!” I said in almost a growl. Katie is now bucking her hips into his snout.