I’m gonna shoot.” I shouted. She didn’t flinch as I pumped my load into her mouth as she swallowed again and again to keep from drowning. I felt it was a whole gallon and a few drops spilled from her mouth, but she quickly licked them up. dicksucking “I love the taste of your cum.” She said as her tongue found the last drops from my still leaking prick. “Now let’s get dressed and go upstairs before Mom starts looking for us.” Things had changed a lot around the house. It was summer and the air conditioner was broken so we wore as little clothing as possible. Jill would wear a short light skirt, sometimes with panties, sometimes not or short shorts and a tube top or light blouse. Mom wore shorts and a t shirt. I just wore my knockaround shorts and no shirt. Mom was also coming down stairs more, wanting to play video games or watch moves with us so our chances to fuck amatuer were limited. When we did manage to get together, we fucked like crazy. Jill was turning into a real slut, drinking my pee and her own, eating cum and fucking and sucking in every position possible. I loved watching her spread her pussy lips and seeing her pee stream out of her pee hole, sometimes on me. We always showered together afterwards. I had persuaded my sister to shave off her pubic hair so now I had complete access to a bald pussy, at least for the summer. The Demon Child Bryan Cranberg didn’t feel my eyes as I watched them take him to the back room. He was a man of eccentric tastes, something I do appreciate, ravenously so. It was these eccentric tastes that brought him to this drug infested area Hardcore to a brothel that promised a truly…otherworldly experience. Naturally, when Bryan was told that there were rumors that people had sex with demons there he was interested. Not for the true demonological purpose of it—he didn’t believe in such nonsense. But as a man who enjoyed many kinks, he looked forward to what he believed would be more of a roleplay experience than a mystical one. I could taste his sexual energy, like a strong odor that sits heavy in the air, promising a taste but only giving the ghost of it. I could feel his erection, looking at the woman in the center of the room. She sat in the center of a pentagram, a sheer black thong and lace bralette the only cloth covering her skin. As the candles at the point of each star were lit, the chanting began, sending her back in a curving arc that left only the tips of her feet touching the floor. Bryan was impressed with the theatrics, appreciating the cameltoe created by her straining muscles, her pelvis pushed out toward his face. Then her eyes rolled into her head and she dropped, slamming to the floor as the last word finished in the air. I opened my eyes then, gazing teen at the white drop ceiling hard cock above us, the metal holding the stained tiles brown and black from years of smoke—drug and candles alike. Indeed, as I sat up and gazed into Bryan’s eyes, I could see the red veins of a man who had recently shared half a joint with his friend prior, to help relax him for the experience. And the worst part was that this hadn’t turned out to just be some sort of strange dream, like Aiden had hoped. “But…” I frowned, “you’re all… white and glowing and sexy…” I gestured to her, “you look like a fucking Victoria’s Secret model!” These would be for the men’s private collection’s. Tomorrow we will do a bunch for the site. I couldn’t think about teen anything else other than ravaging her perfect teenage body. He was shocked to stillness, had his stepsister just sent him a message or was she saying good night to the stuffed toys? Bottle ended to me. It was basically a Hardcore concentrated aphrodisiac. Regardless, if dicksucking she sucks half as good as she teases, I knew I'd be cumming soon. I don’t believe you are safe in there anymore… what’s on your arms?” “There is a sickness that infects my children. "Oh wow, hard cock great, can we watch amatuer it now? Pressing hard enough that Sarah could feel the hardness of her nipples in her palms as a very low moan escaped Lilly’s breath. “Respected hunter.” Lysera snarled, holding her Lancer down and to one side, ready should she need it to defend but not to strike.