Instantly, her eyes turned round as marbles and her cheeks as pink as two fresh roses. To her credit, though, she regained her composure quickly and r...turned my greeting. Still, there was no hiding her flushed cheeks and the smile creeping up from either side of her mouth.I thought that to say nothing about my nude state would be like ignoring an elephant in an otherwise ordinary living room."Sorry about walking around in the buff," I stammered. "I thought you were in your room already." That's. ”“Not even one, mum,” I said sadly. “There was one, but she said I was obsessed.”“Obsessed, with what?”“You, of course, she said she felt as if she was playing second fiddle to you.”“Oh Michael.”“The trouble was though, she was right, everything played second fiddle to you.”It had only been two days ago when I told her mum was coming out and I was going to pick her up, my timing was shit though, we’d just enjoyed a nice long, and we were lying together savouring the orgasms we’d both had.Her. His claws dug into her snout as she gave him another slow lick, her tongue sliding from the base of his member to the tips, spilling onto his stomach and thighs as it went. His feathers began to flash erratically, like a malfunctioning computer monitor, displaying patterns and colors that conveyed nonsense. He was so sensitive, so sore, a sweet ache permeating him to the core. With every stroke of her gentle tongue, tingling pleasure surged through him, building towards an inevitable. Trailing upward, he finds the entrance and pushes it. Her walls contract around him and it feels like he’s going to explode out of her. Grabbing her hips, he takes his tip, enjoying how he scrapes against her and how her moans are getting louder and louder. This is, by far, the best pussy he’s had in a while. And Blair herself is a little treat just waiting to be taken by him. Somehow, somewhere, he’s got to get her to become something of his. A sex slave maybe. Or just a doll.BLAIRFuck, why.