Camilla started to moan out in ecstasy till her pussy contracted around the invading digit covering it with her juices.Becky then came up behind Cinde...ella again. She reached around Cinderella's body, cupping her tits and pinching her nipples invoking a low moan from Cinderella. Laying down on the floor and pulling her skirts up around her belly button, Becky spread her legs and said, "it's my turn now, get your ass over here and lick me and make me enjoy it."Cinderella could hear chuckles from. ”“Huh?”“Damn, stupid! You’re my bitch now. I paid good money and you gotta earn it back for me.”“How will I do that.”“First, you gotta suck my dick. Let’s go to the cell.”We made it to his cell. I nursed his nine inch cock. It was juicy and thick. He kept smacking my booty until he made me bend over. He grabbed a container of Vaseline and stuck his dick in it. He massaged the lubricant along his shaft and pushed inside of me.“Take that dick, white boi,” he ordered.“Yes, sir,” I whined.“You like. But my eyes went back to the fluffy hair covered pussy and I remembered my friend saying, “you can’t really claim to have shot a beaver unless you see skin and hair. Panties don’t count.” Well at that moment I called it, I shot her beaver. I heard my mother calling to me and had to try to adjust my erection before leaving my seat and the view of my aunt struggling to free herself from the self imposed prison of her dress.I laughed thinking of that sight and wondering how she was able to get out. She was looking into my eyes and my whole body burnt with desire. I grabbed back of her head and pulled her hair down. She let a cry out. She was struggling to kiss me while I asked her “Do you know the art of slow cooking?”“No….”“Then let me cook slow and I promise you, you will enjoy every bit of it”“I am not sure if I will survive to taste it” she was begging meI slowly released her head. She moved her face towards me. I placed my forefinger between our lips and whispered “Shhh…if you are a.