I knew Rithi savored this moment. She loved all acts of creation. “Ealaín!” howled the Radiant. “I need your girl-dick's inspiration!” “Yes!” I indian moaned and threw my busty form up her trembling body. My large, black breasts dragged up her pale stomach and met her round tits. I grabbed my cock, aimed true, and buried it into her snatch. Her convulsing flesh engulfed my clit-dick. I groaned at the silky friction caressing my dick. I slid to the hilt in her, my back arching. Her punjabi thighs locked about my waist. She fucked herself up into my strokes. Our crotches smacked together as I village buried over and over into her cumming pussy. Pleasure burned across her face, my strokes prolonging her rapture. “Yes, yes, yes!” she howled, her fingernails clawing my back as her passion raged through her. “Fuck me! Inspire me!” “I shall, Radiant!” I groaned, my hips pumping away so hard and fast at her silky cunt. Her walls writhed about my girl-dick. It was such sweet heaven. I trembled atop her, my nipples kissing her collage nubs as I pounded her pale form hard. I thrust with all my passion, her moans inspiring me to give her every ounce of my love that I could. I kissed her pink lips. I tasted her sweet mouth as we writhed and heaved couple together in the oldest act of art: sex. The first way something new and beautiful was created. The joining of flesh. The sharing of fluids. The union of lust and love, passion and desire. It had often come between us indian before while we cuddled and we’d never mentioned it, just ignored it and pretended it wasn’t there. “Oh we don’t want you losing your shoes do we?” Miss Jones explained, “How does that feel?” I immediately recognized him as Susan's dog. She was bent over the pool table trying to line up a shot when I walked up and smacked her ass hard, right here Goose! "Go. About twenty minutes later, Cathy was at our door, with a big smile on her face and a bag in her hand. The car pulled away. “I’ll be fine, I don’t know what came over me but it’s going away now.” “You guys want dessert?” I ask, reaching for my village pad. "Any other debts, boyfriends girlfriends, I need to know about?" I laid my body atop hers and took a nipple into my mouth, drawing her delectable flesh between my lips, feeling her soft punjabi breast stretch and deform from the suction. Man, I couldn’t wait to see the movie on it later. “I don’t, Mother.” I said, putting her fingers over her lips, “I thought about it all night, and I don’t have any doubts. Carrying her in his arms, he left the shower running on full blast as they walked out into the bedroom completely soaking wet. “Yes Master. SMACK! My wife and I looked at each other. They all look like Russian weight-lifters to me.” “You won’t have any problem with evidence like this. We just met and fell in love and soon after that we married.” "This," Val whispered back, as she threw the covers off him, pulled the waistbands of his pajama pants and his "tighty whities" down together--in one smooth motion--to expose his "package," leaned over his crotch, and placed her mouth down around the head of John's dick. “And who might just you be?” I turn my gaze back forward and see Mr. Taylor standing tall in front of me. With his stern look on his face, he extends his massive hand out to me. Though I just spent maybe an hour editing and fucking, no time had passed for her. "Well, you do rub couple yourself off at night don't you?" said collage Julie with a grin. She had reached orgasm without Master's verbal permission.