With one final squeeze, Marshall moves his hand back to the back of her head, urging her face down harder and his erection deeper into the back of her...throat.“Oh fuck,” he grunts, using her mouth like a fuck toy. “Here it comes.” His cock immediately explodes as he holds the base of his shaft in a tight death grip. His hips lurch forward as he spurts thick, gooey ropes of cum onto the waiting dildo perched on the lid of the toilet. “Oh fuck,” he grunts as he pelts the artifact and back of the. He said nothing, he kept biting and kissing my neck and then moaned hard as his second ejaculation spurred out of him, hot and thick. He filled my now sinful cunt with his spunk, and I praised the day my doctor had told me I was irregular. I grabbed his face and kissed his lips hard, feeling mymslef reach orgasm too. Our tongues intertwined as he finished cumming and I began to cum. I moaned in the kiss as I let my body collapse from the pleasure under his. Chapter 3-Goodbye Good Girlthat want. No thought at all was given to not fucking. She would get fucked no matter what. She had to get fucked. To her, the choice was to get fucked quickly and try not to get caught, or get fucked slowly and get caught for sure. Not getting fucked at all was out of the question. She watched her big brother kneel on the bed between her long, open legs. Her cunt lips were a dark pink, and quivering. Her small chest was heaving as she watched his hard cock approach her treasure. Jeff grabbed his manhood. She eventually felt able to leave the bathroom and gingerly eased the door open to see Bezaffa, in a voluminous silk dressing gown, standing by the kitchen where the sounds of the radio and washing machine came from."Are you all right, love?" she asked with a tone of concern.Ana nodded, covered as much of her breasts and crotch as she could with her hands and ran back into the bedroom to look for her clothes. They weren't there. Not on the floor. Not on the chair. Ah! They must still be in the.