But he didn’t budge and started smiling at me, teasing me all the more. I then held his head and pushed his mouth over my pussy.He started kissing a...d licking and sucking it gently. He spread my legs wide apart and started playing with my clitoris. In between, he also licked the sensitive area of my inner thighs. I was there lying on the floor, enjoying the pain and pleasure.While his tongue was working on pleasuring my pussy, his hands were all over my boobs, massaging them and his fingers. But you have to choose one path only / all authors must go their separate ways as follows: North: sexual seduction & ejaculation games – these gorgeous celebs are reduced to being the sluts of the men who will be judging them.East : femdom stuff (in each round each girl has to take five men down with kicks and punches and knees to the groin)South: girl versus girl play fights or in the mud or with food or with penetration, pinning or submissionWest: a softly softly quiz & pageant & display of. . . I'm cumming! . . . oh Jesus! . . . You're making me cum!" She continued to smack my arse like a jockey on the final straight at the Epsom Derby. Pain increased in my balls as mom's thrusting became even more energetic forcing me into her as our orgasms came, her thighs clenching tightly around me like a vice as if I was a tube of toothpaste, twitching out of control, cutting off my ability to breathe normally.The room filled up with the sound of one big noise, the groans of mom, the. “Can you still piss?” Betty asked me. When I couldn’t Hayden got up and squatted over her own oats. Pissed enough that it overflowed on the plate and got back into position and put her face right in it.“Good girl, but next time ask for permission first,” Betty said without punishing her daughter.My TV dinner was one of those cheap off-brand kinds that said “Hangry Man!” and was Salisbury steak with Gravy and Tater Tots. Waverly said it smelled good. Betty whipped her ass and told her not to.