Curry Cream Pie #01

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2018-07-28
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I stared down at her. I loved this heat surging through my body. My nipples tingled. My cunt clenched. I felt so wicked, naughty delights rushing through my body, as my group sex husband dumped his jizz into our daughter's mouth. My fingers scratched down his back. He growled. His head tossed from side to side. He snorted through his nose. Then he ripped off his blindfold. “Holy fucking Christ.” “Mmm, been enjoying our daughter lately?” I asked him, grinding on him. “Fucking her.” Mercedes popped her mouth off and leaned back on the bed, her titties jiggling, constrained threesome by her ribbon. She had cum on the corners of her mouth. She squirmed on the bed, spreading her thighs, showing off that shaved snatch of hers. My husband stood stiff. He looked a freight train was barreling down on him, frozen in fright. I stroked his chest. He looked at me, panic in his eyes. It wanted to giggle at him. He was a little freaked out by it. “Unwrap your birthday gift,” I told him. “Enjoy her. Don't be scared. I'm not mad. I've had sex with her, too.” “Mmm, Mommy has a yummy pussy.” “Jesus,” my husband said and then he moved forward. He anal fell onto the bed. The bedsprings squeaked. His hands slid up Hardcore her thighs. He caressed our daughter's flesh. She groaned, her body trembling. Brunette Her breasts jiggled. “Goddamn, Jesus, you really mean it.” “That I'm as perverted as you?” I asked. “Yes. Enjoy her.” He grabbed the tie of the bow and pulled. It whisked and came undone. It’s an ego thing, and just something a woman has to live with.” Matt set me down on his bed on my hands and knees and pulled down my panties. His wife stood next to him, switching her gaze from the truck to her husband. The tentacle twisted, rough suckers caressing the entire length of her intestinal tract with an incredible sense of friction. I took my SD card out of my phone. “Mmm, enjoy,” I said, squeezing my breasts together. Her ass was less than an inch from my face. Maria got out of her car and advanced on the couple. And you anal were the last person in that room that night that I wanted to have a baby with." Nothing pretend. “Look.” That tiny patch of Stephanie’s pubic hair was also now threesome the same shade of vivid pink. That wasn't all, though. Brunette I entered my bedroom and opened my closet. Every group sex night I’m a world apart. “Of course I did, Mommy!” I moaned, my lips sticky Hardcore with her pussy juices. She struggled not to get back into the shower. Connor grinned. I’m just so horny. This is just the kind of thing I can use to relax.” Best friends in fact.”

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