He called it a beard, another thing unique to him.“Father,” I smiled, my purple hair flowing behind me as I swam through the opening in the coral ...uilding. Father lounged on a bed of kelp.“My sweet Ayral,” he smiled, his hand reaching out to seize one of my large breast—the biggest in the harem—and pulled on the polished, blue coral piercing my pink nub. I moaned as he drew me closer. I brushed his reddish skin—all merfolk of the Myrt Sea had red skin, though I heard other tribes had pale,. Milking my ovaries dry of every drop of my cum.“Oh, Johana, yes!” Monica moaned. “Ooh, so much jizz!”“I hope you’ve gotten the shot!” Michelle said. “She’s flooding you!”“I am!” Monica groaned. “And, no, you’re not getting a turn, Michelle. Mmm, Johana, you were incredible.”“Yeah,” I panted, the guilt shooting through me, my cock softening in Monica’s juicy twat.I stumbled back into my seat, panting. Monica winked at me as she drew up her panties and slid them beneath her long, purple skirt.. He was a terrible kisser.Too wet, too rough.She loved it ! She felt his hand move to her pussy and he soon brought her to orgasm.But he couldn't give her what she wanted.Cock. Hard cock.She told Michael that she missed her rent twice more after that, and paid in kind.But he lost interest as he couldn't fuck her and wanted cash for his cheap lager that he drank too much, which probably didn't help his little problem.She finished college soon after and met her husband to be,Michael,who was 8. He could just about stand and as she finished he kissed her passionately, open mouthed so he could taste his own cum and slipping a finger into her already wet pussy.He started to move down her body, kissing her across her neck, her breasts, sucking and licking both nipples alternately but paying special attention to her left breast which was the most sensitive. He continued to suck on her nipples for what seemed like ages before moving down her body, across her stomach and then to her inner.