Lucilla’s fingers tore from my holes as we rolled onto the floor, tumbling in a blur of platinum and crimson hair. I ended up on top, and I grinned into Lucilla’s eyes as my body weight suppressed her. She grinned back; ‘do your worst,’ the look seemed to say. I did. Each violent thrust sent a spasm through Lucilla, compelling her posture webcam to stiffen beneath me, and her grip on my ass to tighten. I felt her depths churning with the precursor of her ascension, spasming sporadically, each convulsion more violent than the last, each internal expulsion translated through her external reactions. She writhed uncontrollably; her hips gyrating in congruence with my drives, her breasts squishing and smearing sweat and milk across our busts, her belly clenching and spasming against mine. Pleading, desperate sounds rose with each of her gasping breaths, her face flushing with her effort and ascension, her complexion Solo glistening and mingling with the sweat of my own. Our bodies slickened against one another, moving with greater fervency, shifting up and down as we exalted through gritted teeth. Her eyes bulged in their sockets, her sapphire irises rolled into her head, and she panted her exhilarating climax against me, her heart thundering and her diaphragm heaving. She bucked and twisted striptease as though trying to escape the euphoria that was taking her, and then she tensed in a toe-curling, leg-trembling release, her song ringing clear and true, echoing throughout the shop. DIAMOND Everyone in the store was staring with slackened jaws at the door Freydis, Flora and I loitered next to. Aunt Lucilla’s delighted shrieks accompanied Mom’s exerted tones, punctuated by the sounds of flesh smacking on flesh. I grinned up at Freydis. “Hey, Freydis,” I smiled, biting my lip, struggling to keep my laughter to myself, “guess what they’re doing in there?” “I can’t imagine.” Freydis said dryly, her jaw working in the tell-tale sign that she was uncomfortable. I leaned toward her, and cupped my hand over my lips. “They’re having sex!” I giggled through my whisper. Freydis rolled her eyes, and then narrowed them as a man approached. He looked angry, his bald head as red as his face, his fists clenched. “What is the meaning of this?” the man demanded, “This is a godly town, and you heathens can’t just come in here and sully-” The changing room door opened a crack, and four gold pieces flew from its threshold before it slammed shut, silencing the man. The man picked the coins up, tested one with his teeth, then smiled companionably to Freydis, and walked away. “Is that man a whore?” I asked Freydis. She raised an eyebrow at me. “No, he’s the shopkeeper.” Freydis said as the indian man assumed an apologetic posture to his mortified customers. “But Aunt Lucilla just gave him money so that she could have sex,” I said, cocking my head, “so doesn’t that make him a whore?” “That’s an interesting question,” Freydis said, crossing her arms and frowning in contemplation, “in my land, money holds no value; it is honor that binds our people. In this land, the gentry claim godliness to be their priority, but it is jettisoned for a pittance of wealth. This man sold his values for coin, and that either means his values weren’t dearly held, or that he is a whore, as you say. It’s a question for the philosophers, amateur I suppose.” Regretting her decision she waited for him eagerly. “It's so warm and so hard.” She brought up her other hand and wiped the Precum off the hot pink nob and inspects it closely. I'm not looking for commitment, I had that and here I lay alone. “What do you think, Brandon?” Julia asked. I released her throat to rub her clit, her juices frothing from her sucking pussy, webbing my fingers with her lust. Going into the ladies changing room I stripped and when I striptease put the bikini top on I remembered that it was see through and the barbells, chains and my amateur areolas were clearly visible. She just sat and watched them, her mouth indian open, her eyes popping, seemingly amazed that this could be happening right in front of her. Her moans were getting louder and her breathing became more strained. Thantas I feel closer to you than webcam anyone except Thellus.] He must be perhaps two heads taller than her. “Yeah.” He replied as he separated from her. Probably hand reared as we used to say. Karen's body was about to explode when she heard the door slam. The boy froze too, but only for a couple of seconds then he started grinning as he stared at the naked me. My cunny spasmed around Daddy's cock as he drew back through my sheath. Slowly I eased the charm closer being careful not to fully pull it through the doorway. It was already. I slowly swallowed the full length of his placid cock. You’ll make it harder on both Solo of us.” I didn’t realise how sensitive the switch was and the vibe burst into life. Yes, one more good fight though unlike the one on the planet, it was going to hurt a hell of a lot more than she'd ever felt. “We, she and I, wanted to avoid any jealousy, we agreed to share you, we even had enema schedules set, we’d alternate so one of us was always be ready for your attention. All I cared about was that he was served and knowing that, I considered he was no longer my husband. Nathan Buchner has been my next-door neighbor for the last five years and we’ve been friends for three of those years.