I licked her from nipple to ear, then plunged my tongue into her mouth. She was competitive even in her defeated state, her tongue dancing in a slithering contest, her mouth devouring still. I kneaded her anal flesh against my cock, rubbing foot fetish back and forth along her division. Her pussy clamped down on me, her netherlips sucking me in, her moist grip pumping with my cock. She screamed in my mouth and her legs splayed out wide, her glutes squeezing my molesting hand, but her loins opening up, allowing me the last few inches of depth. I hit her bottom, punching her final amateur sphincter with each ferocious thrust. Her tongue went limp in my mouth. Her violet eyes rolled back. Her face flushed with color, and she droned stupidly from her parted lips, strings of my saliva leaving them. “Oh my god.” She gasped, seeming to look right through me. All tension within her melted, her limbs succumbing to the lassitude of ecstasy, her resistances opening all the way to the bottom. Every thrust I delivered shot a mindless squeak from her lips, and they became louder and higher, more joyous, more desperate. She undulated against me like a dancer, her belly rolling in sinuous grace, her hips rocking, stirring her taut womanhood around me, stretching her already ruined channel. I could feel her pulse accelerating from the inside, accompanying her panting breaths, her high notes indian of euphoria coming louder and louder, and mine were joining! The roil in my balls had become a boil, then a churning that built through my taint and clogged in my cock, the pressure mounting, the pleasure growing, growing, compelling me to thrust into her like animal, rolling atop her, holding her down by her throat, smashing into her like I wanted to drive her into the earth. She screamed around her constricting throat, still oscillating in her possessed wave, the end of each motion bringing my cock all the way inside, hitting the entrance to her womb, dilating it. I could barely hold myself upright. The rage of my lust was quelled by the ecstasy, the orgasm that stayed inside me, building past the point where I could contain it any longer, and yet, there was no release! I dropped to my elbow, brought to prostrate atop my woman, this Adrianna, this whore, this goddess. All I could do was thrust and thrust, desecrating her convulsing insides, growling and yelling for mercy as she screamed for it, but we could not give it to each other, trapped in a torture of ecstasy, losing our minds! With the last of my strength I buried myself to the hilt inside her, and exploded. “Fuck!” Adrianna screamed, her teeth gritted, tears cornering her eyes. She thrashed her head back and forth, her body writhing to expel the ecstasy surging through her. I was there with her, growling and heaving, my entire essence emptying from my cock and draining into her open womb. She just “got” me. Yes, I foot fetish might have mind-controlled her into being the perfect girlfriend by accident, but she also turned me into a bisexual girl who loved her brother's cum. Tears were flowing down her face as she finished up with her story. Like now , no respectable woman in her 20s would lick his asshole , but Bev loved it , for her it was like eating steak . The pervert jerked off, as the mother of two kept licking, she'd never do this for the coach , but for Master Paul this felt right. I told her to tell me. She said her dad had made her suck his dick all the time, and she didn't like it. My experience with my other slaves indicated Jimmy would be more motivated to serve, as he believed being fucked was his only hope of orgasm. This whole situation has to be unprecedented. “Thank you for your generosity today, my lady. He could do whatever he wanted to her. If you need to go on any kind of training or seminar, feel free to ask. You certainly don’t want to do that. She reminded me that Kurt didn't know anything about this. Piss spewed up then back down onto her crotch and thighs. The girls were busy putting on their life vest. I left the door ajar so l could spy on them, first they began kissing and Clive’s hand slid up Tina’s maternity dress she uncrossed her leg to give him access to her pussy, he obviously got a finger into her hole as she slid herself downwards. It was a truly beautiful weekend and we had gotten the last few parking spaces. Tell me how much you want to fuck my ass Baby!" you order. I had only barely regained some stamina from the earlier torment, so soon into the whipping my tired legs fail me again and I’m left hanging from my wrists, twisting my torso from side to side in an attempt to deflect the indian lashes from my most delicate areas. She moved her head back till she could brush her cheeks over his. Each woman wore heels of at least 6" or higher, with Allison wearing what appeared to be 9" stilettos. "Mr. Malcolm I am going to wash you off and then you can get dress" "okay". Brie loaded up a syringe with the syrup she was supposed to take. Several people witnessed his fall. After the second shot, she pulled away and began licking and sucking me clean. I'm your girl to do whatever you want with.” Manuel kissed her again to express his agreement. I loved that even more about her. We got closer and closer to the lads, and I could tell that I couldn’t last much longer. I get to meet everybody that comes to see Mom and sometimes go with her to meet her other bushiness. I turned the glass away from the glint, slowly angling it, until it appeared at the very edge of the reflection. I guided him so that he faced away from her. Mommy approved by the loud moan and nod. Hold on, Girl. I groaned at all the options. They all had there hands in the air, not amateur daring to touch, not so much worried about Jo, more about me. She flicked her eye lids. I’ll see you later. Repeat.”