” He tells me, “all you are is a vessel for my release, now I want to hear you tell me.”“I’m a whore.” I say between sobs, “all I’m go...d for is your pleasure daddy.” “Ah looks like we have some daddy issues.” He laughs cruelly, “do you want your daddy to fuck your throat?” He asks viciously“Yes daddy.” I tell him, “please fuck my throat daddy.” I cry just as he slams his cock into my throat forcing in as much as he can making me choke and gag around his huge cock.He starts to roughly pound my. “Why?”“B...because, I’m a dirty fucking whore!” As soon as those words left her gasping lips, I yanked her head back as I let her tightening asshole expel my rigid cock. I yanked her body backward roughly and slapped my dick against her mouth. Mya’s lips parted with desperation as she tried to capture my swaying pole, just slightly out of reach. “You want this?”“Yes!” she begged, her tongue reaching for my dangling head. “I want to taste my ass on your fucking cock!” I pulled her head. ” She remembered her sister wives and added, “I hope the others are similarly freed from it. I certainly haven’t heard them talk about it, or that would have made me notice my improvement.”Reg agreed. “I had better ask them all about it, to make sure. I have learned not to take any of you ladies for granted: it is too dangerous!”Fiona grinned, “You have it right, my love. I have heard more talk recently about the weight being carried on their fronts, than about their morning sickness. I love. She leaned back on two hands and closed her eyes, placing her feet on his shoulders as his kiss sent shivers through her body. He knowingly grinned, continued his path as his mouth led its way across the inside of her thigh and to the back of her knee. Pausing for only a moment, he finally traversed his way back to the soft spot just next to her wet slit. He grinned, noticing the slowly growing line of wetness on the thin material of her thong. With baited breath, she slid gyrated her hips.