Whoever was fucking behind her put his big hand on her pussy and started to push three of his fingers in her pussy. He removed his fingers and then a...other dick was shoved into her pussy. She now had three dicks having their way with her. Donna didn’t even flinch she kept grinding and squeezing as hard as she could. She didn’t want to entertain the idea of Keith not calling her his bitch or slut or whatever he wanted to call her. She wanted to stop but she didn’t want to go back to the old. He is the protector and leader, or Patrón, of the clan. Rose Davis is Matrón. This is the exciting, concluding part of Living Next Door to Heaven. It covers a longer period of time and sometimes has less detail than previous parts. But isn't that what adult life is like? You have a job. You come home. You take care of the children. You have dinner. You sleep with one or more of your mates. Repeat.In the wake of the tumultuous events in Part VIII: Becoming the Storm, the crew deserves to have a. He was a blond, big-shouldered, bronzed Adonis with sky blue eyes, and an incandescent smile. Every week when he was done, he knocked on the Wren front door, a sheen of sweat glistening on chiseled abs, and Rosalie paid him in cash, always including a generous tip.Twisty things were happening to her insides as Miss Rosalie sipped her Vieux Carré and gazed at the lusciously bare-chested lawn boy, calculating possibilities. Her husband was in Richmond for a fortnight, the servants had their usual. All during this suck-session I was looking up into his face, taking in every expression until he achieved ecstasy. Now, he just looked down at me smiling, seeing his semi-hard cock firmly buried in my mouth."You look pretty good with your mouth full of my cock. Lets see how good your ass looks full of my cock?"He had me stand up and bend over the back bench. I reached back to spread my ass cheeks easing his entry like a good submissive bitch. He spanked my ass until I groaned, working up his.