"Syrano whimpered at the Ocelot's gentle touch on his treasures, "That was out of character for me, I must admit. The Bunny was in season, I think, so...she was impossible to resist. Heat of the moment, y'know."Olivia playfully nibbled on Syrano's ear and slid her paw back to give his rump a teasing squeeze, "If Hester doesn't mind, I would very much like to engage you in an encore performance later," She padded back to her place in line and gave him a seductive gaze over her shoulder, "in. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around the thick, hairy base of his prick, steadying the bucking shaft, gently cupping his balls in her palm. With a moan, my mother stuck out her tongue and began lashing it all over the engorged, purple head of my friend's cock. I shivered with delight. Mom slavered over the head of his cock, greedily licking up the single drop of pre-cum that had formed, moaning at the taste. "God, I love you," my mother groaned, as she slid the head of his cock into. ?I'm going to let go of your hands now darlin, you just take those pants downwhile I smell your hair, if you try anything I'll cut your nice smooth throat,and you won't be able to know what it was like to fuck me.? He moved his hand back to the braid of her hair, and leaned his nose to herear. Martina could smell his rancid breath, and feel his respiration in herear. Sobbing now she slowly moved her hands to her pants, and underwear, movingthem together she lowered them just below her knees.. She found herself straining to push her buttocks harder into Lorraine’s hand as they pushed inside her. More fingers were added and her hole stretched open even wider. Then she stopped. Angela felt the restraints being undone again. “Turn over and place your knees and forearms on the cushion. Keep your ass up in the air. I will not tie you down. You must remain in this position without moving.” “Yes Mistress.” Angela got into the position as she was told. She felt more of the liquid.