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  • "Oh Fuck!" Zach moaned as he rammed his shaft into Presley's twat. His pleasure was reaching new heights and he gritted his teeth as he tried to keep himself in check. His sister started squealing and moaning louder, her pussy convulsing around his cock as another much smaller orgasm hit her, and shortly after Zach could not take it anymore. He beat his cock into her with a Big boobs fierce passion, his moaning growing until he finally exploded. Zach grunted like an animal as he came inside his sister's pussy. He closed his eyes and continued to let out primal noises as the burning pleasure rippled through his Huge tits body. He could feel his cock spouting inside his little sister, load after load of hot incestuous chunky cum filling her as it sent a shivering wave of orgasmic bliss through Zach's body. He switched to long strained thrusts as the orgasm took hold of him, his body shivering in ecstasy as he emptied his balls inside Presley. When his orgasm was over, Zach pulled his cock out of his sister's pussy and collapsed onto the bed next to her. "God, I missed doing fat this with you" Zach said breathless as he rolled over to his back and put his arm around his sister. "Me too" Presley said panting "you're so much better than the guys I'm used to" she added, and a cocky smile formed across Zach's face. "Glad to be of service" Zach said, and Presley laughed. She rolled over to her side to look at him, then pressed herself into him. Zach tightened his hand around Presley, embracing her naked body, and for the next few minutes they just lay there cuddling in content silence. "So, are we ever going to meet Kristen?" Presley asked chubby breaking the silence after a few minutes. "She might come stay here for a little while at the end of the summer" Zach said, loosening his hold on his sister and staring at her. "Cool, so we'll finally get to meet her" Presley said excited. "You two are really getting serious, huh?" Presley enquired. "Yes, we really like each other" Zach answered shyly. "And having sex with me or Molly doesn't bother you?" she asked cautiously. "You're my sisters, I don't think that really counts" he said, then they looked at each other and started smiling guiltily, realizing what he just said. "Hey, can I ask you something?" Presley asked shyly after a short pause. "Sure" Zach answered. They were still in each other's arms and looking at one another. "Did you and Kristen ever try…anal?" she asked blushing. "No, Kristen is kind of old fashioned when it comes to sex" Zach told his sister. "How about with other girls?" Presley asked. "No, never" Zach said, looking at his sister intrigued "why do ask?" he asked. "Well," Presley started and took a deep breath "I was dating this guy a few months back, and when we had sex, he kind of started playing with my butt" Presley admitted. Rotty begins humping at a furious pace. "No way . . . I want your tits more visible and I want easier access to them.” “It's a beautiful sight,” Clint said. “Like, ‘hey, wouldn’t chubby it just solve everything if I didn’t exist? It's a new century. "I..." The throbbing from my lips to my throat, the burning warmth spreading in my stomach and pants, and the look of satisfaction Huge tits on Jace's face was all too much I thought as it all faded to black. "Let Big boobs me get this straight, you want me to flirt with Keith again and get him all worked up to the point of wanting to fuck me?" She could see the excitement dancing in his eyes as Jim smiled and nodded. “I don't want to mess this up.” Shiloh nodded not really understanding what Derrick was chunky talking about. Except Zoe didn’t fit right in. Zoe was waiting for me with her natural dirty-blonde hair, wearing a sensible shapeless long coat that almost touched the ground, sensible boots jutting at the bottom, under a small plain black umbrella. My mum had baked me my favourite chocolate cake and after I blow the candles out my mum cuts it and so I give a slice to each of them. “I’m glad you were fucking him last night. < My foster mother. Yet as drained as I was I needed to complete my task. Pain, pleasure, pain, pleasure over and over, Susan's body and brain began to break down. Jason takes the inbound and passes it down to Brock. I heard Zoe moan then start giggling again and when I was on my stomach on the table I turned my head and saw Zoe’s body jerking. I was rewarded with a bright smile from her in the semi-darkness as she greeted me, “Hello, sweetheart!” Aunt Sheen said and opened the iron gate from within. She slammed down my shaft, squeezing hard. Was this who had been defeating so many brilliant old Greek generals on the battlefield? It was definitely working and I let fat out a big sigh! I asked him to set the saddle a bit too high so that Lizzy had to stretch her legs and slide from side to side to keep them on the pedals all the time. “Hell yes. "C'mon, let's go for a swim." Thomas grunted and groaned as Jeremy continued to build pace.
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