“Daddy! You make me feel so good,” Marlee said. “Do this for me, C.C.,” she said looking up at him. “Do what, momma?” C.C. asked. “Ben... over, daddy,” Marlee said. C.C. turned and bent over. He felt Marlee’s hands hold his butt. “Spread those handsome cheeks for me, daddy,” she cooed. C.C. reached back and spread his butt cheeks on command. He felt Marlee’s hands grasp his butt. Something touched his rosebud and entered his rectum. A feeling that C.C. had never felt before came over him. A. And she had survived.She'd used up every special she'd been hoarding and was almost blown up by her own lousy grenades, but she had come out on top. She'd been able to take everything the group had stockpiled.After she'd cackled to the victory, Renee had noticed the other two staring at her. She had excused herself and found haven in the bathroom.She dropped the paper into the toilet.Crack.Zack entered the bathroom as if he burst in on girls pissing, all the time.Renee instantly stood, but he. Helen began to thrust back at me, meeting my forward presses, driving me deep inside her. The pace quickened as my need to cum increased. I gripped her hip to gain purchase and began to ram into her, much harder than before. She managed to keep pace with me, forcing my entry to her inner depths, squashing my balls between us, but I didn’t care. The build-up to release was deliciously close. My cock was completely rigid as it plunged inside her like a stiff shaft of over enthused nerve endings.. They had been her one splurge for this fantasy date. Them and a bottle of depilatory. Somehow shaving just had not seemed good enough. She wanted her legs silky smooth even if they were covered in stockings. What had surprised her was when she found herself slathering the pink thick paste over her pussy. It had been so long since she had bothered with such things. What was the point? Why keep it nice and smooth if no one was going to be down there? Eating and fucking. She shivered at the.