There was an ugly scar on her right thigh and one across her stomach, both souvenirs of deadly fighting as a Golden Guard. Her back was a ghastly mess...after all the floggings she had been given during the past eighteen months. And there were the burn scars on her chest where the torturers had branded her so horribly painfully a year ago. She might be strong and have a.wonderful physique, but she was hardly a beauty these days, although her face was still lovely as well as her golden hair which. I stared at him defyiantly…I went back to the guest room and took off my thong. I saw it was damp and my pussy lips were shining in the light, with my juices flooding out of my cunt. I could not deny I was totally aroused…I then I got into the bed and started to take care of my pussy slowly, as I looked myself in the mirror. I closed my eyes and had some wild fantasizes about my body being fucked by that Latin stud…I was close to experience an orgasm when I heard the door open. Before I could. As I place my two fingers inside her ass…and slowly insert them…she is pressing my head. And then with my mouth … I take her pussy lips….prt…and bury my tongue inside her deep Venus…meanwhile I play with hey soft silky pussy hairs…I put more pressure and she is crying with pain. And then I put my other two fingers on her asshole…and insert them…she is saying “stop …stop…no a”… But I am mad to have her this night…and continue doing the same for some more time…she slowly starts responding to my. Billy was still pissing, but the stream wasn't as strong as when he started. He had never pissed in his shorts before, and he found the sensation delicious, especially with his mother's mouth sucking at the tip so hungrily. As her son finished pissing, Donna went back to licking up and down his piss-soaked shorts, her tongue lapping ping greedily from beneath his balls to the head of his cock. The taste of piss sent wild shivers down her stomach, causing her cunt to pulsate and throb with wet.