"Be serious Lisa. Trust me. He wants you, badly. Really. Just give this a try babe. You will love it, trust me."Lisa knew there was no point in arguin.... But her stomach was in a knot. And she felt her loins awash with desire for the young stud. She couldn't believe her reaction. Was she becoming a slut, she wondered."I'm not sure about this Marc. I'm feeling kind of slutty. Are you sure this is okay with you?"Lisa, welcome to the real world. Couples swing all the time. It's mutually consensual.. He cried out. I did, too. I guess that was our talk. I guess that was all that needed to be said.As I plowed him, railed him, bred him, he moaned and flexed, showing me his muscles, displaying his pride, being what he needed to be: His father’s slut-bottom son, born and raised to serve the cock that created him.His mother moved out years ago - sensing, I think, our growing bond, unwilling to intrude on our deviant passion - frightened by it. Who knows? I don’t and I don’t care that much. She. When she smiled her upper lip nearly touched the bottom of her nose. Her hips looked as sleek as a seal and flexed as she shifted her weight. Still looking directly at Berkeley, she kicked off her shoes and stripped off her tights. Her breasts jiggled. Berkeley gasped at the sexy swank of her hips. Pinkish blond hair covered the base of her stomach.Zoann visited Berkeley frequently by herself. She would be standing in the doorway smirking, a cigarette dangling from her lips. She contrasted the. In recent times the Scarlet Troopers had suffered heavy humiliating defeats at the hands of their enemies, the Amazonian Warriors had overpowered several patrols forcing the terrified soldiers to cum in their uniforms before stripping them naked, tying them up and often inserting objects into the whimpering girls vaginas and arses. The warriors would then leave them to their fate they didn’t care what happened to them.The Scarlet Troopers uniforms would then be sold to wealthy female collectors.