What did she taste like? I had never even really tried my own cream, let alone another woman's. I thrust my fingers into my mouth and sucked,Her tangy...taste filled my nose. I groaned, nursing on it. My pussy clenched around her probing tongue while this heady rush shot through me. She tasted so good. My tongue swirled around my digits, cleaning off her flavor.It didn't last long.I slid my digits out, panting. She fluttered her tongue through my pussy. She brushed my clit. Sparks flared from my. And by the end of my high school first time I conceived .but by whom was a great confusion to me it was beyond me whether Shekhar-bhaiya impregnated me or elseone! Those days I used to be often eaten not only by Shekhar and by a few of his friends also, in secret.But finally Shekhar and two of his friends came forward to my rescue; they took me to Agra to get me secretly aborted, before my parents came to know it all. However, exactly at 18 my parents married me off to a business man, Dipak by. I worshiped that forbidden shaft burying into my barely legal twat. Daddy grunted. Groaned. He slammed his cock to the hilt in me.“Fuck!” he grunted. Erupted.My daddy's cum spurted into me. The moment his hot, incestuous seed splashed against my cervix, I came. I squealed into Natalie's pussy as the tsunami of pleasure rushed through my body. This dizzying wave of delight crashed into my mind. I drowned in rapture.“Oh, effing hell, yes!” gasped Natalie.Sweet juices gushed into my mouth as. Circling the space formerly occupied by the portal, she discovered no telltale line drawn on the air; running her hands frantically through the empty space yielded no hard surface. Leda had taken the gate.“No!” she screamed again. “Leda!” Grabbing the tote, she hurled it through where the gate should be, watched it fly spinning through the air, haphazardly disgorging its contents across the floor. “No!” she screamed, again. “You can’t do this, Leda!”Furious, she whirled on her bad foot,.