I screamed into his chest, tears welling in my eyes as the pleasure ripped up my spine. His motions became violent, turning my elegant body into a blur of jiggling tan flesh and flailing hair, and I reveled in it. “What happened to you, Tera?” Brandon asked, teasing mirth in his voice, “Did you give up on me? I’m insulted; I thought you really wanted me.” glasses “Brandon!” I screamed, looking through tear-streaked eyes at his face above me, “Stop!” “Stop?!” Brandon laughed, pumping into teen me so hard the chair was shaking beneath us, “Isn’t this what you wanted?” “I’m sorry!” I screamed, feeling the pressure ballooning inside me, “Just please, stop!” “It doesn’t sound like you really want me to stop,” Brandon grinned down, “is this you playing hard to get? You know I hate it when women do that.” Brandon gripped my ass in a vice-hold, squeezing the flesh until it stung beautifully. He picked mature me up like I was nothing, turned us around, and then unceremoniously dropped me into the chair. I couldn’t help myself; I squealed in delight at his savagery, and spread my legs wide to either side. I vainly held my arms out in front of me, but the defense was half-hearted at best. I wanted him to take me. He grabbed my outstretched wrists, and pinned them against the chair behind my head; his face hovering over mine, his body looming threateningly as his pelvis smashed into my spread-legged vulnerability. “Oh, god!” I found myself screaming, the words coming from my mouth without my permission, “Fuck me, Brandon! Make me your whore!” That was not a dignified sentence, but it was the desire of my heart. Brandon laughed as he launched his body against mine; shifting me brutally against the back of the chair, forcing me up and down with each merciless drive of his hips. I stared up at him with eyes full of submission, my lips quivering and pleading for more abuse, more pain and pleasure. He let go of my hands, and I clutched the petite back of the chair as one of his hands found a flailing breast, and the other, my throat. I growled an animalistic tone as he clenched both hands; squeezing the succulent form of my breast as he constricted my windpipe. My back arched from the chair, bringing my chest closer to him as I squeaked pathetic tones of my ascension. It was building and building, rising past the point of no return. The quaking, churning ecstasy of my depths rose with the melting of my mind, and the will to remain myself. My spread legs curled around Brandon’s waist and brought him deeper into me; my whorish body demanding to be filled as often oral as possible. Vicky was next to appear, and she also gave me a warm kiss. He emptied what was left in his balls into her mouth. Finally when Craig can't take it anymore, he flips her over, (actually throw is a more accurate word), grabs her butt and literally dives his face into her cunt, while he lifts her off the blanket and up to his mouth. They were poking at the fabric similar to how Monet’s were in bio chem but to a lesser degree. She knew the hellish glasses pain that was associated with what was next. Her clit wasn’t as big as mine but her lips seemed to be bigger. It took me oral a moment for my eyes to adjust to the shade. “Fucking slut.” He muttered in disdain. I kissed her pulling her gorgeous, pantyless body in my lap. I would leave Jeff mature but I don't think I could survive financially. I watched my sister as she gave me a blowjob, and it felt like she was starting to enjoy it. It wasn't entirely convincing. “Oh god that feels so good first thing in the morning.” He said. fuck that pussy and make me cum". He responded with a petite blush. I felt that. � I had to ask. Lori’s job was done. He was mesmerized by it, he just could not take his eyes off it. "WOW, who was that?" They were often a long way from home on business. It meant she wouldn't be able to feel Erica's breath and her tears on her cunt, but Laura supposed she couldn't have anything. "But don't worry," he said assuringly, "If you're uncomfortable you can stop at any time and I'll finish off in your ass." He leans in and start to kiss my fair skinned neck as his fat thick cock keep pounding wild in me. Mistress leans down and whispers “You ready?” "That's smart," Morgan said, wiping AJ's smudged teen cheeks. I know this great place. “You made our daughter happy,” Rachel said. They were incredible and now had volume.