" Alien mouse?" Curry said."An alien mouse is something only on cartoons!" Carla stepped forward. Curry was now in the way, her face near the gray ski...t.Carl leaned backwards, "I was the first one she saw after that. I think it's called imprinting, or something." Imprinting would mean she liked you," Curry told him."Then she must like me. She just keeps forgetting."Carla screamed, "Like you!!?" (Curry had just enough time to lay back as Carla rushed over her.) "You had to come to Earth, looking. Turn around, I say, and you swing your leg over my head and positionyourself the other way, knees on either side of my waist. You reachdown, run your fingers into my long hair, and kiss and lick yourjuices out my facial hair. I smile and kiss you as much as I can.Meanwhile, your pussy has been rubbing on my cock, the shaft partingyour lips and your dripping slit lubricating my cock. You are gettingmore and more excited, and I pull you up and roll my hips, thrustingmy hard cock into the air,. Gand ka hole me bhi me ungli dalta wo bhi mana nae kar rahi thi. Agar me rukta andar bahar karne to wo age piche karke khud chudti.Ab me use missionary position pe laya aur uske boobs ko dabate dabate chodne laga. Uske pair mere shoulder pe rakh k mera lund andar daala to uski ankh puri khul gae. Wo itna moan kar rahi thi shayad bahr tak awaz gae hogi.Aaahhhhh aaaaaaahhhhh aaaaaaahhhhh aaaaaaaaaammmmmmmiiiiiiii mmmmmmmaaaaaaasrrrrrrr dsddddddaaaaalllllllllaaaaaaaa. My wetness was incredibly palpable in my panties.“Master,” I called out. My bare feet padded across the hallway tiles. “I need you,” I announced.“Over here,” he replied from the kitchen.I trotted in with a wide smile. I held my eyes open a little wider than usual, trying way too hard to look innocent.He glanced up from his snack of crackers and cheese. A smile melted his sleepy, I’m-reading face into one of playfulness. He already knew I was up to something.It wasn’t really that hard to tell. I.