Their hair differed, Mom's bleached blonde contrasting with Aunt Vicky's black, their tresses brushing around my mom's shoulder. They both had the sam... tattoo on their left tit, a triangle with three initials: two C's and a V for Clinton, Cheryl, and Vicky. My father's owned both sisters before he died.Now I owned them. But that top C, over Chery and Vicky's letters, belonged to my father even though we shared the same name. “Yes, Master, you can milk me all you want,” Mom moaned. “Mmm,. “Don’t stop…don’t stop…pound my tight little ass!”Dianna closed her eyes and felt the wind blowing over her skin which was glowing in the moonlight even more than usual due to her heightened state of arousal. The feeling of her bowels being filled and evacuated was something she had learned to love ever since her mate had first slid his prick home in her butt. His ability to channel magic through his meat pole and into her guts was a talent that Dianna and all of his other mates treasured. He loved hot warm holes and I gladly offered mine for him to use. It seemed we had been in bed for hours, yet hardly an hour had passed since he walked through my front door and he had to get to work fairly soon. I knew I was in for a hard and quick ride, or pounding from our position. I liked nothing more than watching a man, braced over me, fucking and grinding his cock into me, moaning, grunting and sweating until it was time to release his warm hot spunk, wherever he chose to do so.He. The tip of your cock time and time again meets my cervix. Each time you pull almost all of the way out, only to thrust back in, reaching yet another depth close to my core. It’s as if your cockhead is trying to pry open my cervix. The sensation is amazing, and I know it won’t be long until I am riding the wave of an incredible orgasm. Your thrusting begins to slow slightly as you lean over, putting your lips just next to my ear. Your voice is low and sounds as if you are growling the words to.