But the scent of him was so manly and thick. My cock ached and the urge to stroke grew, but I knew I wasn’t allowed to cum until he had. As the thic... head filled my throat I swallowed, making him groan and thrust more. My right hand slid down to cradle his thick balls, my fingers caressing and rolling them around in the silky flesh. His balls draw up to his body, the skin growing taunt around them. I knew he was close now. I could taste more precum with each upward stroke. I felt his hand. .your whore." Mom babbled under me as I pounded into her. "Just don't stop fucking meeeeeeeee" mom moaned.I leaned forward, getting more leverage to ram my cock in with every stroke. "Not good enough." I hissed into her ear. "Who owns you now...tell me." Oh shit...oh fuck...oh my GOD!" mom grunted as my hips slapped her ass.I reached under her gripping a swaying tit in each hand, kneading the soft flesh as my fingers teased her nipples. Mom raised herself onto all fours and looked back at me. I. "I paused to looked around and see if they were still with me."This means getting integrated into politics, into the military, into other countries social hierarchy, and keeping everyone focused and together. I don't mean us in this room, I mean our followers."Zoe gave me a strange look and said, "Our followers?" Yep. Looking at the problem we face, there is no way we can do this ourselves. It just isn't possible. We need to start adding people to our ranks, people who have the same goals that. "Put 'er there," said the wood nymph, having no idea she had just coined a phrase that, over time, would come to mean something completely different. She made her pussy lips purse, as if they were trying to kiss his phallus. Wood nymphs can do that kind of thing.Pinocchio was only too happy to slide his prick into the girl, who Oooed and Ahhhed appreciatively as he kept going, rapping the acorn in her womb sharply. She was in ecstasy overload, after her third orgasm, during which the acorn and.