Since my rear hole apparently had been somewhat open, Father had quickly 2 x 2 fingers in my rear hole, and we both came at the end of a fantastic org...sm, this time I didn’t remove my head, and Dad filled my mouth with his hot sperm.It felt as father’s orgasm had been extended in this way, so I was quite proud to be able to do this.So we were both somewhat frazzled.After grooming, we fell fast asleep.Sunday morning, I was still somewhat exhausted, and while we ate breakfast, my rear hole. I knew I needed him, and he knew I needed him, but I didn’t know if he needed me. Maybe a heartbeat isn’t always the best way to determine a person’s intentions. Oh fuck it, I thought, and I let myself fall forward, connecting my lips with the salty skin that covered his chest. I pushed down, drawing figure eights into the bulge in his pants with my hips, while muttering something even I, myself, couldn’t understand. He groaned and gripped my hips with so much force I could already feel. But you’re a machine, right?”“Yes, Marissa, I am a machine. I have an excellent tongue and would be happy to lick your asshole and make it feel good,” Natalya answered.“Yes, please, Natalya, show me what it feels like to have my ass played with. Use your tongue on my ass and your fingers in my pussy and make me feel good!” Marissa begged.Natalya took her six-inch tongue and licked up the crack of her ass. Then she slid three of her fingers into Riss’s pussy and alternated thrusting and rotating. Nothing. There were no moans of pleasure, no gasping for air or ragged breathing. That was either very good, or inherently horrible. Abraham couldn’t decide, so he simply forged ahead. As he pushed through the trash bag curtains, several tin cans on strings fell from the ceiling, the pebbles and bits of metal within jangling as they fell. In a flash, Abraham ripped the silver knife from his belt, grabbed the strings and severed them. He held the cans together and quickly stopped them from.