I shifted with her; driving between her legs in contest with her deep grinds, hooking my hands onto the crossbars of the stool and leaning back, letting my head fall behind my shoulders as I balanced us. I struggled to keep my weight centered as Lucilla did Blowjobs everything she could to sabotage our position. She sucked harder from my breasts, swallowing my nectar as her hands moved down, caressing fingertips along the clenched rises of my abdomen, before trailing across my thrusting hips, and beneath the site of our depravity. I gasped as I felt a finger pushed through the dripping folds of my femaleness, and growled as I felt another enter my ass. Lucilla gave me a playful wink as she toyed with me from the inside, controlling me like a puppeteer, making my body do as she pleased while she straddled me. I thrusted as her fingers beckoned, moaned as her consuming slit commanded, arched my back as her sucking mouth compelled. I indulged in her lustful slavery until I couldn’t control the reactions of my body, and the glasses balancing act became a spectacle of controlled falling. Lucilla’s fingers tore from my holes as we rolled onto the floor, tumbling in a blur of platinum and crimson hair. I ended up on top, and I grinned into Lucilla’s eyes as my body weight suppressed her. She grinned back; ‘do your worst,’ the look seemed to say. I did. Each violent thrust sent a spasm through Hardcore Lucilla, compelling her posture to stiffen beneath me, and her grip on my ass to tighten. I felt her depths churning with the precursor of her ascension, spasming sporadically, each convulsion more violent than the last, each internal expulsion translated through her external reactions. She writhed uncontrollably; her hips gyrating in congruence with my drives, her breasts squishing and smearing sweat and milk across our busts, her belly clenching and spasming against mine. Pleading, desperate sounds rose with each of her gasping breaths, her face flushing with her effort and ascension, her complexion glistening and mingling with the sweat of my own. Our bodies slickened against one another, moving with greater fervency, shifting up and down as we exalted through gritted teeth. Her eyes bulged in their sockets, her sapphire irises rolled into her head, and she panted her exhilarating climax against me, her heart thundering and her diaphragm heaving. She bucked and twisted as though trying to escape the euphoria that was taking her, and then she tensed in a toe-curling, leg-trembling release, her song ringing clear and true, echoing throughout the shop. DIAMOND Everyone in the store was staring with slackened jaws at the door Freydis, Flora and I loitered next to. Aunt Lucilla’s delighted shrieks accompanied Mom’s exerted tones, punctuated by the sounds of flesh smacking on flesh. I grinned up at Freydis. “Hey, Freydis,” I smiled, biting my lip, struggling to keep my laughter to myself, “guess what they’re doing in there?” “I can’t imagine.” Freydis said dryly, her jaw working in the tell-tale sign that she was uncomfortable. I leaned toward her, and cupped my hand over my lips. “They’re having sex!” I giggled through my whisper. Freydis rolled her eyes, and then narrowed them Big Tits as a man approached. He looked angry, his bald head as red as his face, his fists clenched. “What is the meaning of this?” the man demanded, “This is a godly town, and you heathens can’t just come in here and sully-” The changing room door opened a crack, and four gold pieces flew from its threshold before it slammed shut, silencing the man. The man picked the coins up, tested one with his teeth, then smiled companionably to Freydis, and walked away. The climax was one of the most powerful Hamden had ever felt, and he remained in that position, hunched forward as he clutched onto the boy, for several minutes until the orgasm had finally subsided. Her tongue danced with mine. Will Down at the glasses middle of the table, the conversation had reached me, Lorraine, and Elise. It’s all cool.” Personal hygiene had become a thing. I assumed that there would be some girls there Hardcore but I didn’t know if they’d be naked or not. I swallowed, trying to find my voice. I said lamely as I dropped down onto the bed. I whimpered, trembling on the brink of my orgasm. She would like to say that the townsfolk treated her with dignity and respect but alas they treated her as Blowjobs a piece of livestock up for sale, inspecting and prodding and poking her to their hearts content as they laughed and joked. The man laughed. But then it was Sunday night…Kyle cornered my in my bedroom…on purpose. “Mmm, two futas in Big Tits one day. BRT I love it.” One thing he did notice about Heather, she wasn’t the type who wore a lot of makeup, which he liked. There were now two, black, shiny horns sprouting from his head. After eating it was pretty quiet in the truck cab for a while when Joseph decided to ask about something he thought would be a safe question, Sammi, I noticed you have some ink on your body, do they have significance to you?" It was mine. I got an idea, after we finish, let's let some of the guys have a little taste before the party. “I’m still shaking. “Show us your tits!” Finn shouts out impulsively.