I swirl my tongue around his head, and, despite his best efforts at hiding it, I hear a slight moan from him. “This is so wrong. Your mother… She ...ould kill us… ohhh…” He’s clearly out of breath and can’t say much more, so I continue my assault on his delicious cock. I start bobbing up and down, taking as much of him in as I can, while stroking the rest of him with my right hand, and cupping his balls with my left. “Mmm, baby you’re so good at this…” he says, finally starting to give in to the. She'd do anything to keep him licking her. She crawled."Lean close and sniff it," Shawn said. "Get the scent."Cindy didn't have to lean close. She could smell the horse- cock already, and the smell repulsed her. Strangely though, instead of pulling away in disgust, she found herself leaning closer, sniffing harder. Foul as it was, there was an attraction in that bestial scent."That's it, honey crotch, just take your time and look it over. Get a good whiff of it."Shawn rimmed his stepsister's. Shaken from my reverie, I notice that your hips are not as active as they were. We can’t have that. My right hand comes crashing down on your pale cheek, stinging you, and leaving my pink handprint. I tell you, ‘Come on sweet Kitten, move those sexy hips. The faster you move those hips the quicker you will receive the reward of my come in your pretty mouth, and the more of a load it will be. Ride me, fuck me back, milk me with your tight ass.’ My spanking has spurred you on. My hand. It was uncomfortable and even painful, but I was enjoying it. My cunt was dribbling into my hand as I frantically fingered my clit; the wetness was running onto the sheets but was eagerly replaced with more. His movement was deep; he was hitting me hard with his hips onto my ass.His hard cock hit my pussy with the same power. I was sure I was going to feel this for a few days at least, but now it was nice to feel used and abused.I slid two fingers into my soaking pussy to make it a bit tighter.