Samantha’s father – my mother’s brother – had moved to this secluded spot in the swamps some twenty years ago. About four years later, my uncl... and his then girlfriend were blessed with Samantha. They were about to be married, when the lady was killed a car crash. My uncle never remarried, and he raised Samantha in this secluded house.My involvement in Samantha’s life, aside from infrequent family visits when I was young, had started two years ago. I was recruited by a well-known attorney as an. "You've cleaned me, Master. Now let me clean you," she said seductively. He sat with his back to the headboard as Anya's slender frame contorted, her wrists still cuffed behind her back. Her mouth slipped over his shaft, sucking up the sweet mingling of juices into her mouth as she bobbed up and down. He sighed with a mixture of contentment and re-vitalized lust. "Too much more of that, and I'll have to fuck you again," he murmured. She smiled, moving off of his newly cleaned dick. Her tongue. Jed pushed Ellen's legs wide apart forcing them forward. He stood over her, straddling the lounge chair that Ellen was laying on. He fucked Ellen furiously. She was telling him to fuck her harder and faster. Ellen furiously rubbed her exposed, engorged clit. Every four or five strokes deep into Ellen's puss Jed would bang against her cervix. She would scream loudly in pain. Ellen was as boisterous and loud as she had ever been while having sex, he had made her into his fuck bag and she loved. " John, stop," she sobs. I ignore her pleas, my hands roughly explore her breasts before moving down over her waist to the curve of her hips. " No!" she wails as I shove two fingers back into her tight pussy. She grabs my wrist with both her hands and tries to push my hand away, I continue my rough assault thrusting into her hard and deep. She gasps as she feels me slide a third finger into her." John, you're hurting me. Stop!" My body crushes her aganist the mattress and she feels the bulbous.