He groaned, squeezing his first pair of tits. I shivered, his fingers rough, digging painfully into my tits. I winced, loving how even that made my pu...sy hotter.And then I guided his dick to my cunt. I rubbed his shaft against my virgin lips. Mom hugged me from behind, her dress pressing into my naked ass and back. Her hands went around me, rubbing my stomach.“That's it, you little whore,” she hissed into my ear. “Fuck your brother. Ram that slut-cunt down his cock!”“Yes, Mother!”I slammed my. . Ahhh.. daal do Abbu. Uffff..iss garam chut ko tera loda hi shaant karega ahh…”Ye sunte hi mere baap ne meri gand pakdi, or apne lund ka topa meri chut me bhar dia. “Aaaaaaaaahhhh,” mai chikh padi, “Ahhhssss papaa.. dhiree.. ahahhhhhhhh,” maine chillate hue kahaa.Tab tak loda chut faad ke andr ghus chuka tha. Mai fir se chillai, “Abbu dhire chodo naa,” ye sunkar Abbu ne muje ek thapad mara.Aur kaha, “Randi haramzadi natak karti hai, muje pata hai tuje ese janwaro ki tarah hi chudne me. Maja. Ollheim and Hilgr started leading us across the bridge, still wearing their Stormcloak apparel. There were a couple of regular guards along the bridge who gaped at the size of the party approaching the gate to the city. We made it further than I thought before we were challenged., almost all the way to the door.“Halt, in the name of Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm and High King of Skyrim. Who are you that approach his city?”Ollheim yelled back, “I am Ollheim Sable-Blood, former officer of. “I suspect we want either to protect or corrupt her.”“She’s got her protector now, her knight in a big shining Mercedes, so you’ve missed your shot at doing either.” Smugness at his defeat melted away to reveal her own bitterness once more. “She’s marrying Mr Stephen Laughton on July 20th. It’s the society wedding of the year. They’ve already booked the Langham Hotel for the reception.”“You seem to know a lot about it.”“I should do. I’m chief bridesmaid.”He broke into laughter so uproarious.