She moaned into my mouth, needful whines as she pressed to me, her lips and tongue begging for me. My arms and legs flexed and fought in their restraints, desperate to be free. Lucy released me, but I didn’t attempt to fight or flee. My hands shot forward, the fingers sunk into my mother’s succulent flank, the heels pivoted to drive my pelvis upward. “Make love to me, Daniel.” Mom whispered breathily into my mouth, “Show Mommy how you treat a woman.” I lined up my shot, pressed my tip to her petals, and drove every inch into her. She cried out, relief washing over her body, making her loose and languid everywhere but her insides, which contracted greedily around my girth, trying to take every inch of me into her heat. Our eyes stayed locked, the realization of what we’d just done dawning on us both. There was a sam fleeting moment where I felt the horror touch my mind, but then it was driven way by her tender smile, her eyes glinting, her quirked mouth gaping with pleasure. I growled around my own grin, and drove into her. She was still my mother, still the woman sunny who had fed Bhabhi me, clothed me, and raised me, but the evolutionary wall that prevented our lust had been shattered, and now I saw her as a woman; lithe, supple, weak and wanting. She called my name as our pelvises collided, her juices wetting my crotch, her insides seizing with contractions. I took her hair in my hand, and drove her face to mine, our lips devouring below her wide, trembling eyes, shock and ecstasy warping them. She undulated against me, her shoulders pinching, her belly flexing, her pubis grinding against my crotch. “Harder!” Mom cried, “Hurt me!” Her tones were desperate, her body was slick, her breath was hot and heavy. I acted without thinking, and slid my gripping hands into my mother’s crack, found her dilated aperture, and pushed four fingers inside. Her head flung back, her breasts squished into my face, and her back dove in a painful arch. “Yes!” She cried, tears filming her eyes, “That’s Mommy’s favorite hole! Tear it open!” I did my damndest, adding another finger from each hand, and stretching. Her pussy convulsed around my driving cock, her body moved with a violent passion, gyrating in a debauched dance. I took a pierced nipple into my mouth, bit around the metal, and slowly pulled back. Mom’s mouth gaped indian into an oval, her eyes rolled into her head, and her hands gripped my shoulders in white-knuckled intensity. Her anus coiled around my invading fingers, daring me to gape her wider. I did. I rammed into her front hole as I opened her back, growling around my consuming teeth as I stretched her breast to a conical point. Her diaphragm heaved, her neck striated, and her teeth bared. “Come inside me!” She screamed, her voice and body possessed with my pleasure. I was losing myself as well. I felt the familiar quake in my loins, the pulsing of my prostate and the tremble in my balls. I picked my mother up by her desi anus, heedless of her masochistic screeches, and I railed between her squatting legs, making a ruin of the entrance I’d been born from. Her petals became reddened and battered, her clit swelled from the abuse, and her moist depths squeezed me all the tighter, rewarding me for every defilement. The previously big penis in her pussy had gone limp. “Nu-uh.” He smiled. That was like waving a red rag to a bull. “It's a special proxy.” “Then she took my load all over her face!” By now I had dried myself off. He asked, shamefully pointing at the chastity cage that was restraining his little penis. But this time was slow and loving. Eventually he worked down the backs of my thighs and that is where he first ran his fingers along side my aching testicles. Strangely enough, she was sorry. Soon there were a great many that were staring at Shelby in disbelief. I don’t want it to end, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to stay indian awake if you make me cum again,” she replied with an impish grin. “Jude Darcy, as the new Lord of House Darcy, will you renew your oath and swear your allegiance to your king once more?” Because you both love pussy. She had looked into Sandy's eyes and seen a look quite different from the lustful look from before. So, what’s it to be?’ She pulled back and smiled slightly, and I followed suit. For a moment Goldie ignored his hand on The Oldest Bear’s dick and considered the dark forest and desi all the hungry animals that dwell within. It’s also why he was my best man yesterday sunny morning. Bruno took a few steps forward and pain ripped through her face. Jon took me out for some food and then onto the underground where we rode right round the circle line getting on and off and going up the escalators then back down again. “Yeah.” Aria replied. Shawn always held doors for her. So powerful. She moaned loudly in response, sending him crazy with lust and he rammed her even harder and faster still, forcing the air from her lungs with every thrust, his cock throbbing and pulsating until at last he groaned and let go, flooding her deeply with thick powerful spurts. I can't tell you how many times it was one and done and Bhabhi I better get back to my room in case my wife calls again. “Right, right, you don't remember these new timelines. Like not good weird like my personality, but bad weird. Feeling bare, she began looking for her panties. He is quietly slurping at my dick and I have my eyes closed, just enjoying the great sensation. I could probably bring a date! “No,” Hazel agreed, leaning her head on his shoulder, “I don’t think they ever will.” Understanding. I watch as my beautiful wife moves to her hands and knees on the couch. I heard you and Bree in her room the other night.” It was only the second cock I'd ever seen - I hadn't seen Carlos's before he shoved it in - and Jacks was so close. Underwear probably wouldn’t hold much air, but I wasn’t taking any chances. They reached my mind and drowned me in bliss. All she felt was this overwhelming sensation pulsing from between her legs. Kate spoke up, "Okay, on sam the count of three, 1, 2-"