She gave a little sigh of delight."It's so nice to feel your body resting on my tits," she said.He pulled his hips up so the knob of his prick was res...ing against her cunt-lips. Then, with a quick movement, he sent the tool sliding in. He felt his mother's hands clutch at his back as his meat slid into her, filling up her quim. Then, she lifted her legs and crossed them over his back. He knew she'd never decided what she liked better: legs down or legs up. Legs up tickled her clit more. Maybe. You skid left toward a house; ignoring the front door blocked by a thick root and instead slam against the tall fence door.Bang. Nothing. Locked. Shit.You scramble to your hip for your handgun and nearly lose your grip, but ha, its still in your hand. You aim at the handle and fire, once, twice, sending a fresh wave of excited cheers through the monkeys above.You slam your shoulder into the broken door and barrel through just as the creature leaps at you.You curse and scramble back on your ass,. She quickly yanked her hands back out, and began pushing on his chest, trying to get him off her.“Hunter,” she said, trying to wriggle out from under him. “Hunter stop.”“What is it, Baby Girl,” he said, looking at her, his hands still busy at her waist.“I said stop.”“Why?” he asked, raising his head, his eyes meeting hers.“Because I’ve told you this before. I’m not ready for this. You have. To. Stop,” she said reaching down, pushing his hands forcefully away from her.He leaned back on his. He looked at us and snarled, “What brings you here?”Gret told him, “I would like to see my sister Clara.”He looked at both of us and asked, “Are you witches too?”Gret shook her head no.I then realized I could see his thoughts in my head. He was thinking he wanted to fuck both of us. He had the most disgusting thoughts of how he wanted to beat us then cum on our faces then in our pussies. He would then lock us up to be his sex slaves forever or until we lost our youth and beauty.I whispered into.