Far from resisting me, my lovely British wife put her back into it, thrusting with her hips as she welcomed my cock into her warm, soaked cunt. Forepl...y was usually a good idea, but right then, both of us wanted to fuck, and hard, mostly for our own pleasure, but also to tease and excite our mutual lovers. My bride couldn’t help herself. She was a natural at taking it rough. She craved it, even, at times, though not always. Sometimes, she clearly wanted to have gentle lovemaking, too, but this. Amaranth stood, black wings spread and divine sword drawn. Her hair was a vivid splash of fiery red down her back and her leather clad legs crouched down in battle stance. “What happened?” Ashriel murmured coming up next to her, his eyes never leaving the horde of Greis surrounding them. Amaranth turned her head to look at him. The inside of her eyes were completely black with no whites showing. A reaper in kill mode. “They grabbed my Fire Chariot with a tractor beam and hauled me in here.” He. ” She lifted her shirt exposing her stomach from her waist to the bottom of her sports bra. Her delicate olive shaped navel and just the tiniest bit of puppy fat. She looked soft and womanly for being just fourteen. There was nothing John would object to; in fact the sight coupled with her unexpected boldness in showing him, gave him an erection. If Kamala noticed his aroused state she didn’t mention it. She dropped her shirt and looked at his face; his lips had parted when his jaw. Her passion echoed through the room. She whimpered, her hips wiggling from side to side. This naughty heat swept through my body. I loved every moment of this.“Feels weird, Mommy,” she moaned, her bowels clenching on my digit. “Weird but good.”“Mmm, I know,” I said, my asshole tingling.I pumped my finger in and out of her asshole. She whimpered, her velvety sheath growing more and more relaxed. I stared down at her pussy. I glanced at my watching husband, this naughty hunger surging through.