Strange desires boiled through me. My hijab rubbed at her inner thigh as my tongue fluttered through her folds. I teased her. I drove her wild. She gasped, her eyes going wide. Her body shuddered, breasts jiggling. Her hair swept blonde back and forth as she ground against my mouth. She enjoyed it. She wanted me to lick her. I could see it in her eyes, heard it in the way she moaned. “Mom! Mom!” she gasped. “Oh, Mom!” “You'll never get to touch this pussy!” I moaned between fluttering licks. I was possessed. “You're never going to stick your dick cumshot in blowjob her. She's innocent. Always innocent. You will never touch a woman again!” My thoughts burned hard as I devoured our daughter. My vintage husband groaned behind me as he watched our daughter's firm tits jiggle as she shuddered. Her black hair danced about her naked shoulders. Her face twisted with the rapture flowing through her. I devoured her with so much hunger. I feasted on her with every ounce of passion I possessed. I wanted her quivering. I wanted her shuddering. I wanted her gasping out in rapturous delight. Her oral whimpers were such a sweet melody to me. The way her face contorted. The way her nose twitched. This wicked urge to sneak upstairs and suck Daddy's cock filled me. I glanced at my sister. He had just been created the previous day, but it was like he had centuries of fighting experience. “You’ve been on board for a while?” Grace inquired. She used oral it to guide cumshot herself right over my cock. I loved the feel of her. For the first time, he truly felt that he had met the challenge had Eva presented in his old life, when she handed him the knife and offered herself up. She screamed and her body went stiff. "THEY'RE THE SIZE OF BABY WATERMELONS." he assured everyone as he gripped her tits hard, digging deep with his fingers and then lifted her heavy udders up high, showing off how resilient blonde Pinkie was to having her blowjob breasts manhandled. BCP. She had her hair down now as well, and it looked great against the green fabric. And some of it got saved for what Laura was coming to think of as "decoration" - a spare sticky load for when her tits or face needed vintage to glisten. My pussy convulsed. Kiara. "Oh my god mom!"