"SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! I hit him in the nuts, hard, three times in quicksuccession. He doubled over on the rug, moaning and clutching his balls."Good girl... You didn't shoot. Take a break Missy. Freshen our drinks." Yes Mommy," in a tiny, scared, squeak he climbed up off the rug andpranced into the kitchen.Halfway thru fixing the drinks, I call out to him, "Connie, you got Mommy's hairy cunt all wet!!"No response. Probably fear. I just let it hang in the air.Then he was returning with our fresh. She gripped his buttons and pulled. “Your jeans,” She gasped. “What about them?” he mumbled at her neck, his mouth and tongue making love to her skin, his fingers tangled in her hair. “I want them off.” “Only if the lace comes off.” His hand slid to her hip, his fingers just toying with the skin just underneath the edge of the miniscule garment. She slid her fingers underneath the edge and with a wiggle and a kick, she was naked in his arms. She pulled at the waistband of his jeans again.. Ihre Mutter schrie vor Entsetzen, während ich zufrieden von meinem blutigen Opfer abließ. Ihre zierliche Brust hob und senkte sich hektisch auf und ab. Die Beine blieben breit. Die kleine Fickelfe lag da, als hätte ich ihr jeden Knochen im Leib verdreht. Zwischen den zierlichen Schenkeln konnte man den zerstörten Kern sehen. Frischer warmer Ficksaft, der gute Sud des Weihnachtsmannes tropfte dem zierlichen Fickelfchen aus dem blutigen Löchlein.Ich winkte die geplagte Elfenmutter zu mir. Sie. Her pussy rubbing against the hard seat the camel toe visible her nipples hard visible through the sheer fabric. When she got to the top of the hill she sat on the hard ground admiring the view. Sipping the water from her remaining water bottle. Eating her Whittaker's Dark Chocolate Peanut Slab a well earned snack she contemplated the ride home . Some of the steep bits through some of the downhill sections she was not looking forward to.From the top of the hill she could see a group a group of.