I closed my eyes to relax in the moment. I did not really expect to become pregnant, the demon in interracial the sword had Hardcore promised that my magical connection to the sword would make it impossible to become pregnant. Seemed reasonable, after all my monthly bleeding had stopped when I picked up the sword. Of course you could never know for sure when the source of the information was an actual demon. He pulled out of me and I expected him to collapse at the bed beside me, instead he left the bed. I opened my eyes to see him pulling the sword towards the bed. Wise enough he kept the scabbard on, he had a look of puzzlement as he felt the weight of the blade. I bet he wondered how a female like me could swing such a heavy monster weapon. His arm was bulging with the effort to lift the large weapon that was far heavier than a sword of ordinary metal would be. I spread my legs for him and he put the sword between my legs. The edge of the handle so temptingly close to my eager hole. I kept myself in line, I wanted to know what he would do first. He moved to my head and knelt over my head. Experimentally I licked his balls and he shuddered in delight. Obviously he intended me to blowjob make use of the sword handle while he watched from that position. I did not want to make him disappointed. I took hold of the broad hilt of the sword and directed it inside. Like always the magic of the blade responded on entering me, the carved cock of metal would turn animated inside me. It was actually felt alive in all aspects except the coldness. The huge dildo spread me further than even his cock had done. I moaned in pleasure as I licked his balls and humped myself with the cold sword handle. The sword was deadly cold compared to my warm skin, giving plenty of evidence that Carmen was not around. At the moment I did not care, the coldness only enhanced the experience. From his movement I understood him to be masturbating. He was indeed a horny farmer that could get ready to go again so quickly. I suppose the look of a warrior woman, at the prime of her college age, pleasuring herself with her dildo sword handle was a strong stimulus. The long sword handle stretched me so deeply, very deeply. I don't know how many times I have done this before, like many times before I wondered if I ever would be able to take all of it inside me. I did not feel inclined to try today either, the sword seemed quite content with me only taking most of the handle inside. Taking more would without doubt hurt and I had thus so far declined to take the full length inside me. Suddenly I felt wetness splash over my breasts and stomach. Marc was groaning deeply as he sprayed his seed over me. It pussy pushed me over the edge and I screamed into his balls as my body was on fire. “Now really look at what you have sunk yourself into,” she commanded. Then came Sunday... Barb stayed at the party for a while and then Zach walked her home. And again. I squealed out as loud as I could. An older man came to the door, and the two embraced strongly, making it obvious to anyone seeing them, that college they were indeed very close friends. Marcus and Darius cheered. I know there has to be something.” Hank said. He reflected he had been interracial a bit selfish so far and had only been thinking about getting off himself but why not get his sister off? He grinned and told them if one of them is on her period on her day Hardcore that would be a day off for him or he will choose any of them to substitute . They all laughed at that rule. My bold daughter had had her fun. Her back stiffens, her head back, thrusting her neck upwards. Her touch made the image roll with the waves. We laid like that for a few minutes, until my dick became flaccid enough to pop out of her hole. I would need something else to distract them. Lifting the dress high around her thighs, she straddled the bike, wrapping her arms tightly round Julie's pussy waist, and feeling somewhat relieved, as Julie was showing as much exposed thigh as she was. She was wearing blowjob no bra. They didn’t know jack fucking shit. Nearly because in his fantasy a consuming fire covered the girl, who could feel the flame's severity without it touching or marring her flesh with burns.