Unable to speak I could do no more than groan, my thoughts screamed cut the things, trash them, work on my very sex, spank me, do something please, pl...ase, please; but the cool soft caress continued, his finger fleeting across my rosebud, briefly touching the tiny nerve endings as it passed the puckered entry. For a big man the lightness of his fingertip amazing me as the finger found my sex lips and touching like a butterfly on a flower he began to gently strum, I was in flood now, my hips up. ”“Yes, yes, share me!” I yowled as Master pressed his dick against my asshole, wet with his sister’s juices. The incestuous cream made his cock feel so slick against my sphincter.“Gods, you are one wicked sex slave,” Master groaned as he pressed forward against my asshole.“I am, Master!” My tail stiffened. My anal ring widened to swallow more and more of his cock. My pussy clenched down on Ealaín’s dick buried in me. “Las’s amazing cum!”Sven’s cock slid into my depths, stretching out my asshole. Our mouths open, our tongues touching, our cocks swelling. I felt her hard cock against me, even through her dress. I admit, it turned me on. I admit I loved it. I ran my hands down to her backside and felt her firm little ass in my hands. Pulling her close and pressing her tightly against me, I grinded my hard cock against her and her cock against me. I kissed her neck, her perfume filling my senses. I pulled her dress up and over her little ass. I ran my finger along her ass crack and rubbed. It tasted of honey and jasmine. In my bedroom I stripped out of my clothing. I sat in my easy chair, waiting for my wife to come out of the bathroom. I heard her drying her hair. I slowly stroked my dick. It was purple and aching with need. I wanted Erica, with her silky brown locks, and her ruby red nails, and her perky tits. Her body. So nice. So like her daughter. Yes, they were so much alike. I needed her. "Richard, sweetheart. Are you waiting for the bathroom, dear? I'm finished. Why're.