"Priscilla felt sick. Her father wasn't the wonderful man she'd thought him to be. He was a sinner. Even worse, he was a hypocrite. She rubbed her han... on her skirt as if to remove the memory of the greasy ejaculation she'd pumped from his evil penis. But prurient curiosity gripped her and she moved to place her eye at the lens.The preacher slowly withdrew his softening tool from the hot clasp of the young girl's cunt. It was as if the fleshpole had been a bar supporting her kneeling body in an. Entering back into the living room I paraded around in front of him, his jaw literally on my living room floor, asking him what he thought, all the poor k** could only muster out was he liked it, deciding to put on a bit of a strip tease style show I put on some music and started to dance for him I could see his young man meat growing through his gym shorts turning around I bent over so that he had a perfect shot of my ass in the thong along with my legs looking back at him I gave him a little. I couldn’t resist anymore and I slipped a finger under my tight skirt to give my clit a rub through the tiny fabric of my thong.It was then that another guy appeared at my window and without delay dropped his trousers to his thighs and thrust forward what can only be described as the most perfect erect cock I have ever seen: hard, smooth and straight, about eight or nine inches with a shiny purple head. Any pornstar would have been proud. This one I grabbed, feeling the hot meat in my hand as I. The Nymph looked worn out, and she stifled a yawn as she nodded to them both, hitting the button to their side to lower the landing ramp. They could see the familiar sight of the Invictus’ Hangar Bay as the loading ramp swung down smoothly, with the accompanying hum of hydraulics.“What’s up with you? You look worn out!” Dana exclaimed in surprise, when she got a good look at Jade’s face.Jade shook her head, looking confused as she replied, “Calara and I were fine, just sitting up on the Bridge,.