I am only human after all. Authors Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of a series. For full enjoyment, pl...ase read The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-47. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do&hellip, because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now&hellip,. He fucked Ellen furiously. She was telling him to fuck her harder and faster. Ellen furiously rubbed her exposed, engorged clit. Every four or five strokes deep into Ellen's puss Jed would bang against her cervix. She would scream loudly in pain. Ellen was as boisterous and loud as she had ever been while having sex, he had made her into his fuck bag and she loved it. His forcefulness, his huge cock, even the pain he was inflicting on her was bringing Ellen closer and closer to orgasm. Ellen. Her breasts under her high-necked dress were obvious in their generous size, but not out of proportion to the rest of her body.Martha felt compelled to stop and speak to this paragon of a man, "Hello, my name is Martha Goodall. Who are you?" Hello, ma'am. I'm Eddy Johnson, one of the guards. How may I help you?" One of the guards? Shouldn't you be walking a post, somewhere?" No, ma'am. I'm off duty right now. I don't go back on duty for another hour. I'm just resting and thinking. Is there. The soaked crotch tasting and smelling of my wet desire was stuffed in my mouth and I tasted my cunt juices; its odor drifting up to my nose saturating my senses. He turned his head to look at his girl standing there in front of the mirrors watching his every move and gave her a knowing stare and told her sternly, “don’t move slut, and watch me make this woman my whore.” He pinched each nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He slapped my tits and pulled my fat, distended nipples with.
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