I girl needed my pussy juices. They would be the paint I created my illusion out of. I shifted my hips, brushing my clit. Despite the fear weighing down petite my belly, heat rippled through me. My body responded to my touches. “...one hundred and two, one hundred and three, one hundred and four...” My fingers became slippery with juices. I pictured in my head the art I would paint in the real world, the flames crackling up the branches of the tree, the pine turning into a blazing torch to light up the night. I would need a lot of pain. “...one hundred and twenty-five, one hundred and twenty-six, one hundred and twenty-seven...” My heart pounded in me. My hips shifted of the ground as my pussy cream dripped down my big fingers and coated my hand. I rubbed my clit. My ass clenched and my pussy grew so tight. My nipples poked at my robes, pressed into the ground and throbbing as I twitched. “...one-hundred and sixty-three, one hundred and sixty-four, one hundred and sixty-five...” The tension grew in my stomach despite the lust my stroking fingers conjured. My brother and his women slipped deeper and deeper through the stocks, closer and closer to the three treemen who guarded it. What if this didn't work? “...one-hundred and eight-five, one hundred and eight-six, one hundred and eighty-seven...” What if they Hardcore didn't care about trees burning like Aingeal claimed they would? “...one hundred and ninety-one, one hundred and ninety-two, one hundred and teen ninety-three...” What if they instead spotted my brother and killed him? “...one hundred and ninety-seven, one hundred and ninety-eight, one hundred and ninety-nine...” Time to find out if they'd come. “...two hundred.” I took a deep breath as I finished my count. Well you're in luck. The rapture surged through me. The ecstasy melted my brain. Shapely legs turned to rubber and she needed support of the wall behind her to stand. With this very risky maneuver, I swore off the mall and buses for a while until things would calm down, because I figured that some teen husbands would be very intense in asking the police to try to find the guy that was impregnating their wives, especially since the wives had no intention of ever filing rape charges against him. Escape was the only thing currently on his mind, despite the grave warning. She couldn’t get six pack abs, just a little too soft. The fake phallus was large and realistic. After what seemed like forever, I heard the tone of the boat’s engine change and felt a change of direction so I moved my hands then opened my eyes. "Clean up your sister," he told her, and Candy obediently crawled over to lick the cum out Hayley's big fuckhole. With me?” She was wearing very brief white see-through panties that didn't hide the hint of black pubic hair. I mean everything about you I miss. No one has ever made me feel so loved like you have. "I'm petite just rinsing off Jenny, I'll be right girl out. She wasn't the most talented, Jake thought, but she made up for it with enthusiasm, she would take three long deep bobs down his shaft, slurping on the way up followed by six fast shallow bobs focusing solely on his sensitive head, swirling her tongue around his knob, Jake let out a feint Hardcore moan, his balls started to tingle. She said “I figured if we showered together it would save some time”. We never went back and we never did go to that beach until a few years later when Ash convinced me to go. That was all it took for him to push his cock into her body and he kissed her mouth hard, pushed his tongue into her throat and she felt his cock penetrate her sex. I like Steve. “Since we are in full disclosure mode, then let me tell you this. Lt. Flanagan spoke first.