I didn’t need any encouragement and started lapping gently, although I did notice that she was a lot wetter then normal, she was obviously turned on...by the situation I had got myself into. It was not that long before she was getting more excited, I could tell by her wetness and the pressure of her thighs as she squeezed my head. All of a sudden she bucked and forced my head even further into her crutch almost asphyxiating me as she came. She let go and. I knew I should stop this, tell her to pray, to fight the evil within that was making her do this wanton act, but I could not! So I listened. And I watched! As she continued to recount her tale, I noticed her hand leaving her breast and traveling slowly, sensually down, across her belly and thighs, almost to her knees. Then it disappeared under her skirt, fingers splayed, hiking it as they travel, enticing me with the agonizingly slow showing of firm, shapely legs.I whisper gently, that "God. Does ‘nuttier than a fruit cake’ make more sense?LnettnayFrom RedditA detachment of US Marines are conducting jungle warfare training in the Congo, and one night around the campfire, the Congolese troops they’re training with, tell the Marines the tale of a cave in the middle of the jungle, filled with golden treasure but guarded by a fearsome monster.According to the local soldiers, the cave is filled with the treasures of an ancient African king, but a sorcerer used his arcane powers to. She longed for his hand on her moistening cunt, she wanted her father to feel how hot and wet he had made her... how ready she was for him!"Ohhh, God! Touch me, Daddy!", she groaned, grabbing his hand and pushing it into her hairless twat.Don gasped as two fingers slid easily into the hot, slimy wetness of his daughter's moist slit. She was extremely tight, and by the way she began frantically hunching her little hips against his hand, Don knew he would be in for the fuck of his life once he.