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He pressed stockings his finger against the tight hole and up inside Heather's rectum and began to work the finger around to loosen her up further. His dick was getting very hard again as he pumped his finger in and out. After awhile he got two fingers inside and her asshole really began to loosen up. It was time to give his dick a try. He grabbed a pillow and rolled Heather over on her side, placed the pillow and rolled her on to the pillow so that her ass was somewhat elevated. He spread her sexy legs wide apart and crawled between them and lined his big hard rod up with her asshole. It took several hard thrusts to fully bury his rod in her ass. Clint kissed her cool back and neck as he stroked his dick in and out. She was exquisite and all his. It was starting to get that tingly feeling. His tempo increased and soon afterward he shot his load into her big tits ass. He withdrew and again lay down beside of Heather. He rolled her over on her back and passionately kissed her pale lips. Clint was suddenly aware of King touching his hand. He had dozed off and it was starting to get dark outside. Clint left the bed and put his clothes on. He had chores to do before supper. King led the way as he went outside the cabin. After the chores were finished; they returned and Clint prepared supper for both of them. With the meal finished; King lay down over at the fireplace and his master removed his clothes and crawled into bed and pulled the covers over himself and his lovely dead lover. His arms held her tight as he slept soundly. He awoke the next morning to the sound of King scratching at the door. Removing his arms from Heather; Clint crawled out of bed and went over to open the door and then put some wood on the fire. He picked up Heather and laid her on a large bear skin in front of the fireplace. She looked really sexy lying there and Clint had to have some more pussy. He dropped between her long sexy legs and began pounding his hard rod into her cold sticky cunt. A wave of pleasure came over him again as his dick erupted into her again. He lay on top her savoring the moment and then withdrew and got dressed. It was now time to fix some breakfast. King was at the door scratching and Blonde howling and his master let him in and closed the door. King walked over sniffing at Heather's corpse as Clint continued preparing the food. Hearing a noise behind him caused Clint to turn around. He couldn't believe it; even the dog wanted her. King was latched on tight to Heather's stocking clad thigh and hunching like there would be no tomorrow. Clint walked over and kicked him square in the rump dislodging him from the thigh and took him outside with his plate of breakfast and returned inside, closed and latched the door. He gazed at Heather's lovely body as he finished off his breakfast. After breakfast; Clint strolled over and lay down beside Heather on the Bear skin. He caressed her cold stiffening body and held her close. Over the course of the day and into the night; he kissed and caressed every inch of Heather's luscious body. She had a sexy little black mole on the inside of her left thigh. He marveled at her feminine curves. She had more curves than forty miles of bad road and he knew every one of them. Oh, my god, I love it!” “Madre de Diosa, yes. For the female hybrids, sexual intercourse is seen as simply a game to be played with their Master. Amit played and toyed with her fingers Blonde for quite some time with his tongue. What was it with this guy? These two young women were willowy in shape, with very full breasts and slim hips. She wondered how long he’d been waiting for her, if big tits he’d been watching her through the stockings hole until she was done. I know you feel better when I travel with you.
She grins at me; she likes it when I do that. I pull a little harder, and her smile gapes with the pleasure of it. I pull even harder, and now there’s a touch of pain in her eyes, but she doesn’t protest. I pull harder, and now the pain is evident. I pull harder, and I see fear. Her chin juts forward, her eyes well with tears. I’m not making love to her, but fucking her into a writhe of jiggling, porcelain flesh, her glowing patterns nothing but streaks of light, flashing like a strobe with my untamed lust. ‘Stop!’ she screams, but I just laugh. I slap her face, whipping her head to the side, her neck wrenching back as I yank her hair, the roots stretching her forehead. ‘Julia, stop! You’re hurting me!’ Lucilla screams again. ‘Don’t stop, Mommy,’ Diamond whispers, ‘keep beating her, and I’ll fuck your ass.’ Only it’s not Diamond anymore, but Night Eyes. She’s squeezing my breasts, matching my thrusts, compelling my hips to move with the motion of her own. She bites my neck teasingly, hinting at her violence, hinting at the darkness she wants to share with me. ‘Julia, please stop!’ Lucilla is weeping now, her face a red ruin big tits of handprints, her back forced into an arch by the pull of her hair, but her cunt squeezing me, her abdomen flexing with ecstasy. She’s in chains now, her nipples pierced and stretched by hooks that I’m pulling, her body wrapped in leather, the same leather Astrid wore yesterday. ‘Please stop, it hurts, it hurts!’ she cries, yet I can see the euphoria her body is enduring, I can feel the contractions of her insides as they react with glee. ‘She wants it to hurt,’ Night Eyes whispers, ‘she wants you to rape her. Every time you hurt someone, Sister Julia, it’s because they wanted you to do it. You’re not to blame. It’s not your fault. They asked for it. They wanted your darkness.’ And I came, my back arching against the wall, my juices dripping into the toilet, my seed shooting across the room. As the catharsis left me, and the heat of lust faded, I saw my reflection in the mirror, and my eyes were black. I blinked, and they were white again. My hands were trembling when I put my face into them, and I realized my legs were trembling as well when I rested my elbows on my knees. I reached between my breasts, and clutched the crescent symbol of The Holy Mother. “Diamond, Lucilla, God.” I stockings whispered to the tiled floor, “Diamond, Lucilla, God. Diamond, Lucilla, God. Diamond, Lucilla, God…” Blonde I said it for ten minutes; not a prayer, but a reminder. A reminder of what made me, me. JUSTINA “…Arbitrus… Wrath… maternal path…” Angela’s enslaved voice moaned the words, her violet eyes rolled halfway into her head, her slender, olive body slowly thrusting against me as I laid on my stomach. “Specifics, Angela!” I half-hissed, half-moaned, turning over my shoulder to look at her. My handwriting was getting noticeably worse the longer this went; the notes I was taking becoming less detailed, and devolving into single words. Angela lifted one of my bent legs, and splayed it to the side, allowing her to push deeper into my slit.
She could feel another orgasm just waiting to leap forward, and she could also feel Jim's cock getting harder than ever. She was soaked with desire so my penetration was swift and thrilling. One of them stockings was a young man." Her fingers lightly brush my limp cock, before caressing my balls. Her nipples were fat and dusky. Feel free to come back when you have learned how to use manners in people’s big tits homes. “We're just going to lick, okay?” I told Sam. He opened the tube, his hands Blonde disappeared below my sight line.
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