I was persistent with my kisses and continued to unbuttoned her blouse. Between kisses, I said Mom; I need this, please, for me. I need you. I could t...ll she really wanted me to stop, but Mom always had a hard time saying no to me and let me continue. This is so crazy, please stop she whispered. We will regret this…Maybe she will, but I wont. As I was kissing Mom’s shoulders, I started to run my fingertips lightly over the soft silk of her blouse. First along her sides and across her back, then. Thrusting hard against my cervix. He holds himself deep and fires his load. He absolutely floods my womb. My poor egg is being swarmed by horse sperm. It's like a dogpile in there. I know my body, my egg is being overloaded. His sperm are probably still shooting their dna into my egg. My egg must be having a hell of a time figuring out what to do. Not just one sperm either, they're all trying to do it. The walls to my egg wont hold. I usually miscarry, but maybe this one will hold.Captain. Her master was currently holding a funnel in her mouth, through the ring gag, and was busy pouring olive oil in it and obviously in her. She could feel the warm and viscous liquid filling up her mouth and running its way down to her stomach. She knew the result it would have on her, in an hour or so, but there was nothing she could do about it. In a way she was not in control of her body any more, her master was. He had decided that he would purge her and now her body was going to do just that.. I felt it building again after a few minutes of riding. I was in ecstasy. Paul, in a surprising show of confidence, rolled us over so that he was on top. In the process, his dick slipped out and he quickly reached down, realigned myself, and pushed himself back in. It was a bit to fast and he buried himself to the hilt in one stroke. I screamed in a mixture of pleasure and a little pain. Then he began pounding away. I’m not sure if it was my virgin status or if his dick fit me like a key in a.