But I wouldn't let it. No matter how hard Mommy rubbed at my clit or tongued at my pussy.“Such a sweet cunt,” Mommy moaned as she pleasured me. �...Oh, Sir, we created such a delicious daughter together.”“Yes, we did,” he groaned, voice thick with pleasure.Both his hands gripped my head. He fucked my mouth up and down his cock, his dick slamming down my throat. His hips thrust up from the bed as he slammed me down, crushing my lips into his pubic hair, his balls slapping my chin. He grunted each. “To tell the truth I have been desperate for sex for weeks; but my only demon has been guilt”. Julie somewhat taken aback asked “Guilt, but you did nothing wrong you were the victim”. “I know, but how can I possibly still enjoy sex? I should vomit at the very thought of it like any normal woman who has been raped would. I do not even worry about it anymore; and looking forward to going out alone again”. “No, no Jean that is wonderful you have won your battle they could not beat you. Your sexual. She said let us see how tough are you my baby and again pounced on me. And started kissing me vigorously. She kissed my face, cheeks, and lips. She did bite my lips heavily where blood started coming out. She drank it too. By this time I was turned on heavily.I replied to her kisses. We exchanged saliva, we had tongue fight between us. Still, the blood was coming out from my lips. But I didn’t care about it. She removed my t-shirt and started licking my ear lobes and bite it too. And then moved. The table’s descent was not fast, but even so the dildo was coming uncomfortably close to her, and the strap on her forehead prevented her from moving away.So intent was Ayla on this oral threat that the sudden pricking pain in her nipples caught her quite by surprise. She would have jumped had she been able. ?Of course these boobs of mine reached the needles first? she thought to herself with a sigh and a wince. The pinpricks were painful, of course...but they were not...just pain. If.