Henry took this as a sign he could start fucking her, tightening his grip on her hips his thrusts grew harder,"Time to get that pussy." His voice almo...t sounded cruel."Oh yes, fuck me." She begged.Henry squeezed tight on her waist and mercilessly drove his monstrous black cock into the tiny white wife. Amber collapsed on the couch while her pussy spasms around him in a chain of orgasms. Henry furiously pounded into her intent on making her pussy make up for the last six years of forced. She slid herself to my shoulder and ran her hand smoothly along my chest with fingernails clawing at my shirt. I slunk my arm behind her, gently skimming her arm with my knuckles. Her other hand slides along the waist of my pants, her cold finger brushed against my skin as she reached underneath to undo the first button. Her lips wafted along my neck, as we both listened to the unmistakable zipping. She turned down to my crotch, dangling an aura of coconut strands in front of me. Her fingers. The Gorthan’s were patient, allowing the hosts to continue in their lives until it was far too late to do anything about it. In the classic sense, maybe the invasion wasn’t truly perfect. There were a few minor complications with introducing the Gorthan parasite to certain groups of humans. Children were one such problem. They figured that the hormonal and emotional turmoil’s of youth caused our people to go insane when introduced to their systems. It was eventually determined that 20 earth. Through the leg band it moved. First the touch, then the muted gasp. It felt good. Really good. Her fingers traced the waiting lips, her hips moving back a little as if trying to escape. She couldn’t remove her eyes from the mirror. She realized she had never done that before, never experienced the sexuality of gazing at herself in such an intimate way. She spent fifteen minutes doing just that, just touching her breasts and pussy, not speeding up or pressing hard. Astonished and almost ashamed.