Their eyes stayed locked as their sneering mouths neared each other, their lips opening, their tongue sneaking through them. They connected, their cheeks growing gaunt in a combative devouring, humming their lechery through wet smacks as their faces rotated to gain purchase. Their hands moved on each other, ripping necklines through their bodices, springing their breasts free in a jiggling display of caramel and white, the domes deforming and gleaming wetly in the midmorning sun. “I heard you were nearly bested by an infant.” Astrid’s words in my ear, her lips against my lobe, her hands on my shoulders, sliding down my arms, moving down my torso, coming together between my legs, “I heard you had to cheat to beat her.” “Fighting dirty and winning is still winning,” I chuckled, my hands playing through the shorn sides of her head, tangling into the braided lengths of her crown, pulling her face into the crook of my neck. My head drooped blissfully to the side, murmurs of gratitude leaking from my lips as Astrid’s fingers did their work inside me. We’d been inseparable since becoming fighting partners, and knew the secrets of each other’s bodies inside and out. I laced my fingers around the back of Astrid’s head, and supported myself as she made my legs weak. She curled three digits against the spot within me, the thumb of that hand pressing the clit, the other hand wetting with the fluid she coerced from me, and moving slowly behind. I moaned my satisfaction as she pinched her fingers together about the purple circle of my rim, and gradually pushed her entire hand inside. Knuckle by knuckle, joint by joint, I felt every contour of her stretch me with painful pleasure, my sheath clinging and coiling like a fleshy vice, beckoning her deeper into my filth. I opened my mouth to cry my delight, but girlfriend someone beat me to it. LUCILLA I stared with mouth agape at the two gladiators. Never in my life had I seen two creatures move together like that. It was like they were dancing; Astrid holding Tera from behind, her hands playing within the woman, Tera reacting with the motion of her hips, bending and swaying, and Astrid bending and swaying in time, her pelvis connected with Tera’s ass, her lips connected with Tera’s collar. Both women bore curves that put mine to shame, and both were laced with muscle that rippled subtly with every motion. Tera’s abdomen stretched into tonal sections, her domes shadowing their striations as her back arched, her purple lips parting masturbation to yield blissful moans, her onyx hair laying thin strands over her flushed complexion, tangling about her satanic horns. Astrid’s larger frame encompassed the succubus, white wings folding over her, tattooed arms trapping her lustfully, tattooed legs supporting her. “It’s like watching art, isn’t it? Like a fallen angel seducing the devil herself.” a man’s voice said. I looked up to see Brandon standing by my couch, enjoying the spectacle as much as I was, as evidenced by the growth in his trousers. He sat beside me, watching Tera and Astrid as they performed their hellish mating, watching Julia and Willowbud as they shaved progressed to further stages of undress, wresting with each other. I could tell Brandon didn’t know how to broach me. Though he was a god, pussy he was still a commoner, and that mental barrier between peasant and royalty was a hard one to break. So, I jumped on his lap, grinned back at him, and took the initiative. TERA My eyes opened to lazy slits, focusing on Princess Lucilla’s royal features; the elegant length of her neck, the pronouncement of her proud chin, the big, blue eyes set above delicate cheeks, framed with fine, platinum hair. She was curvy for an elf, both her and Julia were (especially Julia), but Lucilla’s porcelain flesh spoke of a pure bloodline, and the complex patterns that laced it amateur only added to her majesty. I shaved my body real close so I could be nice and smooth. It was Gopal the maids husband , the bitch should have told about my photoshoot and the bastard came to see me in these hot clothes or may be half naked clothes . Raghunath : what are you doing here Gopal Then thrust after thrust girlfriend followed at lightning speed, almost akin to a dog mating its bitch in the peak of the mating season. She had a shaved pussy, her vulva plump and red already, juices flowing. A simple question with a simple answer. She parked her car out front and marched in the front door ready to confront Bruce about his deception. Fuck her hard, Hunters!” I pushed her down until my semi hard cock was nestled against her slit and said,"Sit....right....there." General Aamir began to rummage through a lockbox in the back of the truck. Die! The father gaped while the son... It is not healthy.” They both left messages for those important to them, in case this actually worked. “Make me explode!” I moaned, my pussy clenching. Best of all, she was a generous and beautiful person, a credit to her family and her city. He took advantage and grabbed the back of her head, shoving her face into his crotch. “Ohh you’re so good at sucking Daddy’s cock baby!” He groaned, his hand tightening in my hair. Dinner went pussy well and mother and Andrea enjoyed each other’s company. It's not like he's touching my tits or anything. The entire time, my toes were curling and I was moaning loudly. "Maybe they should have sent it to you instead of the principal," she said, trying to sound nice, but she could not mask the bitterness in her voice. I moaned quietly, hoping she wouldn’t hear as I leaned into the wall, shoving as much of my cock through the hole as possible. "I don't know a young couple. Jackson said, “I’m sorry your daughter saw us. I’m a personal friend of his.” Use two hands,” she instructs standing in front of me with her legs apart. I cum hard against her face, and then, as an afterthought, piss in her mouth as well. I expect it to masturbation come fast. While she sat on her bed, stunned by what happened, Arianna flew down to her exposed pussy. I looked for the place where she was most vulnerable. Later that evening I got another text with the message: ‘Never saw her wear her bathing suit backwards before! My hand reaching the bare skin at the V line in your dress and slipping underneath the edge, edging my hand closer and closer to your bare breast and erect nipple. “He’s getting amateur a limo to take you and Dakota to the jet. Her breasts rose and fell and Salman, noticing their vigorous bounce, cupped them lovingly at first but only to roughly mash them as if wanting to reduce them to pulp. Reaching underneath her, Myer rubbed her clit, sending her completely over the edge. shaved “Such as?” Marcella replied, smiling at his almost human way of expressing himself. Oh—I—oh—I—oh—I—oh—I