The pale yellow panties drew tight, seeming to fade away to only leg bands. Her compressed cunt hair showed through, a dark shadow just peeping betwee... her legs. Paul nudged Peter saying, “Dude, I'm going to get that”. The Pizza arrived as they sat and ate the boys peered under Jeans skirt. She was sitting on the edge of her seat, knees open, ankle crossed. Paul whispered again saying, “I'm going to eat that too”. Peter replied, “yeah, me too. We saw it in the movies”. They laughed so hard they. You have no idea he moaned, staring hungrily at me as he slurped my fingers. I loved the feeling! It was everything I hoped for when I changed the style hours earlier. Seeing his smile, I shoved my hand further down his throat, adding two more fingers to it. With my free left hand, I jammed it down my yoga pants, rubbing off more pussy juices. open! I commanded, after hearing him gag. Chris obeyed immediately, sticking his tongue out, his whole body fidgeting in anticipation. I teased him. Now there was no chance of regaining his rightful body...and far worse even...the princess was dead...and King Bessand had lost his only child...and only heir. Then, Brydon returned to the mirror, staring at the princesses beautiful reflection for several minutes before doing something that he had not done since he was a child. He cried. For himself...for the princess...and for the realm. Nearly fifteen minutes after Brydon had watched the horror from the window, he sat up on the bed, no. Janice let out a long moan, urging Ben to fuck her hard. Well Ben was okay with that and started pounding her hard, pulling almost all the way out and then slamming back into her pussy over and over. Janice was moving under him wildly as he pounded away at her. Knowing he wouldn’t last much longer, Ben really went at Janice’s pussy. Holding her legs wide apart, feeling his pubic bone crashing into her over and over. All the years of her treating him like shit was rushing back in this moment.