Is this the lovey-dovey shit you prissy Americans show your tiny-dicked boyfriends? You can do better than that, bitch. You want my cum, you’ll have to work for it.” Sandy moaned as her ass bounced up and down, her body gyrating atop the cock of her first soldier, desperately hoping that she could please him oral quickly. Meanwhile, on the left side of the tent, Layla had chosen a different approach. She briefly leaned over, traipsing her tongue up the side of her soldier’s dick. His name was Jurune. She licked up the side of Jurune’s cock, smothered it briefly with a loud slurping sound, her hand pumping it at the base. When it looked especially hard, veins pulsing all along its surface, she began to straddle him. Now unlike Sandy, Layla chose to face away from her man. He had a perfect view of her cunt slamming down onto his cock with her ass bobbing up and down, and she was moaning loudly. “Yes. Fuck me. Rape my pussy, Sir. Oooohh!!! Your cock feels so good inside me,” she crooned. Both girls were humping the cock of their first soldier with wild abandon now. The ass sounds of bodies slapping together, cunts slamming down blonde onto hardened pricks, now filled the tent. Commander Hakim watched the budding entertainment with interest. He strode back toward Kareena now. He leaned down behind her. His hand rested on the nape anal of her stockings neck, gently stroking the skin there as she moaned out her next orgasm. She was shuddering violently, spurting down the length of the vibrator. “Uhhhh!! Oh god. I’m cumming again, Master,” she sighed. “Mmm. Good, little whore. Keep up the good work,” he said. As he kept stroking her neck, he asked her, “What do you think, slut? Are you jealous of the two American cunts? Be honest.” Kareena looked at him. He got killed in a car crash before the child was stillborn. I covered my face with my hands. “There's the boy I fell madly in lust with... I was so close that I could even see the mist of my sissy's breath on it. Just fuck my brains out. "Even better Mom..." I assumed that it was jack off time when she oral surprised me saying she was covering some evening shifts at the lounge. “Hey, Roger your friend in the FBI, can you have him call me direct? “Take you pants and underwear off and stockings lay on your back on my desk” He commanded. “She’s certainly something, that’s for sure.” Dad remarked, joining us at the table with his mug in one hand, opening up a newspaper with the other. She looked absolutely exhausted. She lunged forward and grabbed Erin, slapping her cum-soaked hand over the girl's mouth and nose. Again, it’s gonna take me a bit of time to stop being weird, but that’s on me. I’ll fix it in time.” Silence filled the air. An orgasm brought on by her fingers was just not the same as a really hard cock. I had a hand on my daughters tit and ass a hand on my Margo and her hot ass. Mmm, fuck me! Ram that dick hard into me! Then fuck my mother!” It would lie there in her history forever, like a gigantic dark stain. “Bullshit! "And you're worried you'll want to screw your daughter?" With a soft hum she started to walk through to the apartment’s main room, thinking she could at least warm the place up a bit before Amélie arrived but, as she stepped into the room she hesitated, feeling an icy chill flood her veins blonde anal for a split second. Chloe. More than fucking his mother, he enjoyed overhearing his mother talk about fucking him. “An asphyxiation spell… looks like it was implanted within him and could be activated anytime from anywhere in the world,” Henry realized. Julie and April seemed aware of this, too. “Bueno.” The guard said and started moving the wand down as I quickly pulled my top up.