“Sit down,” he said, gesturing to his bunk, and use the ointment sparingly. Both nervous and confident at the same time, Tink sat upon the Captain... bed and opened the jar. The ointment had a faint flowery smell. Hook crossed the room and returned with his oaken chair. He placed the chair opposite her and sat, placing his boots boldly on the bedrails. Clearly, Hook meant to witness Tink’s application of the soothing pomade to her aching body. Shyly, she dabbed into the jar and brought her hand. Our bodies were making a clapping sound as they battered against one another. Santa breathed heavily, trying to maintain his composure as he pounded my sweet, wet pussy. My moans filled the air as the room plunged into darkness. Santa carried on pushing his big, fat cock into my vagina as my muscles tried their best to squeeze and milk him. His hands moved from my hips to my head, the next thing I felt was his lips press against mine as his cock continued to drill me deeper and deeper. “I want. Hot tears streamed down my face."Look the worthless faggot bitch is crying," daddy mocked.They took turns r****g me, rotating through resting and watching porn to recharge before returning to have another pass at me. Hours passed until finally daddy showed them the door. I could tell from his voice that he was quite drunk. I was hoping he would release me, but instead, much to my dismay, I heard him wander into the bedroom and flop into the bed. Within minutes I heard daddy's familiar. Seeing as how I had locked my office door before I began my daydream, I slipped my hand down my pants and began to do the same. When my fingers touched my clit, I moaned in ecstasy. I wanted her so badly my pussy was already dripping. Thinking about her rubbing herself, moaning for me, wanting to cum for me, was more than I could handle. My pussy throbbed as she slipped two fingers inside her waiting cunt and began to pound it. Her hips thrusting into the air, my name on her lips,.
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