“The real reason you like being called a whore,” I whispered into her ear as I added the fourth finger to her ass, causing her entire back to wrench in concavity, “is because you secretly want to be one.” “No!” Julia moaned a desperate, carnal moan. She was squirming between my hands; her legs spread and trembling, her hips writhing in pathetic reaction to stimulus from one hole, then the other, grinding sporadically from sensations that overwhelmed her, captivated by the violation of her sanctity, a slave to the prodding and caressing of my invading hands. I searched within her, I found her weak spots, and I exploited them mercilessly; pushing my fingers against them, encircling them teasingly, squishing the tender reaches of flesh between pressing digits and forcing spasms deep into her erogeneity. “Yes, Julia,” I gasped, reveling in the control she was giving me, “you looked down on girls like me, calling us sinners and harlots, but deep down, you were always more of a whore than any of us. You wished you could dress like a slut and take it up the skirt behind a bar, you wished you could suck dick until your stomach was full, you wished you could be passed around from man to man until you were teen overflowing.” “Yes,” Julia whispered, her voice ragged with pleasure, her body teeming with euphoria, “yesssss…” “You want to be a little slut, don’t you?” I smirked, adding the thumb to her anal penetration, feeling her rim expand tortuously around my sinking fist. “Yes!” babe Julia sobbed, pushing her ass backward, forcing her sphincter to stretch to an agonizing, white circle about my bottom knuckles. “Do you want me to teach you?” I asked, my voice as soothing as it was seductive, my fingers as tortuous as they were pleasing. “Yes!” Julia gasped, hooking her ankle behind my calf, trying to give me as much room as I needed to violate her, “Teach me how to be a slut!” “I can teach you, Sister Julia,” I growled, pushing my entire fist into her ass, marveling as her rim hugged around my wrist like a pulsing, fleshy cuff, “but your desires are too twisted, too depraved to be some bimbo; you’re going to be a debased slave, a disgusting cunt who gets off to the vilest of acts, who revels in the filth like the sinning whore you are.” “Yes! Make me your disgusting whore!” Julia growled with me, her voice dripping with avarice, her body lurching violently back and forth between my penetrating hands, trying to take both at the same time, trying to suck my invasion deeper into her virgin depravity. I rolled her onto her knees, and she pushed her ass in the air like a girl with experience, giving me a view of the debauched state of her pristine lewdness. Her anus was twitching around my wrist, her pussy Brunette was leaking down my forearm, her taint was a taught ribbon of pale flesh that glistened with her lecherous secretion. I stood behind her like a man preparing to thrust, and I violated my friend, my god and my lover like the whore she wanted to be. Julia’s pale back curved with each visceral push of my hands, indenting along the lithe rises of her muscles, casting shadows that revealed the tensed nature of her feminine arch. Her shoulder blades pinched together, her arms flexed to hold her upright, and her crimson mane of luxurious waves bowed with her blowjob curving neck, her mouth panting the exaltation of her lust into the ground. “Lucilla,” she cried, “I’m coming!” I pushed the last fingers of my vaginally-penetrating hand into the redhead, and watched in perverse fascination as both my wrists disappeared. Her pelvic floor indented with the clenching of her lewd muscles, pulling my hands deeper inside her. I flattened my palms against the twitching membrane that divided her, and pressed along it, curving my fingertips and squishing the delicate flesh between my hands. Julia’s bent arms trembled, and erotic then gave out as the god screamed a carnal tone of masochistic delight. Our mouths worked together, loving each other while the camera and Mrs. Armstrong watched us. I mean, what man loves making his woman's genitals look that good for another man?? He was all smiles greeting me when I got home and always wanted to give me oral after an evening or night with Alex. Cindy looked up at the towering teen. Tired and not even close to satisfied. By the time she noticed what I was staring at, I was pretty hard. I was sitting on the front porch, just relaxing after a long day of working, when a woman and her black lab came strolling down the sidewalk. OMG munchkin. You panic, its all over your fingers, not in your pussy. I saw she was scooted down in her chair with her lower blowjob body hidden from my sight under the desk. The girls were left alone after that but Newlyn noticed the boy kept looking back at them the rest of the fight. “Really… You’re being way too kind,” Nicole says. behind her for somewhere to hold and her long, fit, naked female legs flail about for a none-slippy place for her silly I did tell her she has time to figure things out. “He’s keen,” she chimed at Matt, simultaneously dropping her towel, spreading her lithe tanned skinned legs. We went to his desk and sat down. I say birthing because this Brunette would turn out to be a turd of such hugeness erotic that it almost deserved to be named, teen something like Mombassa, or the Black Bole. Only you forever and ever!" The sound she made was the sexiest things that Craig had ever heard, his wife was sometimes noisy but this was an orgasm that started from the tips of her toes and babe rushed through her body like a tsunami erupting in a cacophony of noise of pure pleasure. “Well hurry up, Chloe is picking us up soon. A hand grabbed mine, and half pulled, half running, I followed toward the building. "Are you ready to shower me?" I inquired, stroking his pecker and looking at him with a puppy face. She moaned as he bottomed out, feeling the extra pressure of being stuffed full by Angus buried deep inside her ass. “So what have you tried?” After a parting kiss, James left his professor to clean up. I sauntered across the room, Vanessa lying on her back now, her hand clamped over her pussy, trapping in her son's cum. I wasn’t sure what to expect but I liked how submissive she was and the idea of playing with some kinky toys was intriguing. She took a hold of my rod which had hardened again. What is it? So after we stopped kissing over and over, we went and ordered dinner, then we watched movies, well, kind of since we kept kissing and kissing, and went to bed. He was relentless, pounding her pussy hard nonstop.