She rolled over like a beached dolphin. “Spread your legs wide open.” Her fat thighs and thick calves opened, her toes were pointed, her swampy cu...t was slathered with juice. I began working on her pussy: one finger, then two, three, then four, slipping into her warm snatch.“Oh god!” she panted.Her cunt opened to accommodate my hand. I slipped my thumb inside and I was sliding my hand in and out as she gyrated her wide hips.“Oh! Oh! Oh! Yes!”“You like that?” I said. “You like it when I fistfuck. Thrusting, I quickly build a pace. Deep cantering strokes take the air from your lungs. Consumed by lust, we fuck hungrily. Urgently. My hips, meeting the buck of yours, the growing wet coupling ever louder. My hand slips around you feeling the bounce of your breast through your blouse and the lace of your bra beneath. Sensations arousing pleasures that build rampantly. Growls merge with moans as waves crash with more intensity. You push back harder on me, urging me to fill you deeper as. Then at me as I knelt. Then he exploded and a huge stream of his cum flew into my mouth and on my face. Hearing him moan as he unloaded his cum on me was something I will never forget. Since my panties and washed away down the the river we were in when it all happened, I had to pull on my short short with out them. I knew that now if I bent over even the littlest bit, there was a good chance anyone behind me would be able to see my pussy. I looked at dad as he pulled put his shoes back on and. I can definitely believe that she’s a genie, Cypress thought, as she toweled herself off, occasionally throwing paranoid glances in the direction of the door. But I am so not genie material. Ephasia must have thought differently, judging based on the outfit she handed over. Cypress wouldn’t have even put it on, but she figured it would prove once and for all that there was no way she could be a genie. As far as she was concerned—when she looked in the mirror—she was right. The halter style.