Her hand smacked into the back of Lacie’s head, painfully gripping Lacie’s hair in a tight fist. Lacie barely felt it. Her eyes were still locked ...n the ruins of her choker. Lacie’s mind reeled, unable to comprehend the unthinkable. Her choker was gone. Her final link to Master, only rediscovered moments ago, was destroyed. Agony, far more painful than anything else the siblings had inflicted on her, ripped it’s way through her. Lacie felt Clarissa dragging her across the floor, but Lacie was. With a low a****l like growl, shoved his cock in so deep I thought it was going to come out of my mouth, forcing my face deep into Issy’s pussy, and with a wail she came, shaking and twitching on her desk. I could feel Darrol’s prick pulsing in my tight cunt and, with all the rope like veins rubbing against the walls of my pussy I could feel my orgasm building. Pulling his cock out Darrol spun me around and pushed me back onto Issy. I could feel the wetness of her pussy on my arse as Darrol. Pooja uski tango ke beech ayi aur lund ko chatne lagi. Fir uske tope ko chus aur chat rahi thi. Fir muh lode ke upar lakar use chodne lagi.Thori der chodne ke bad apne chuche ke beech rakhkar use ragadne lagi. Wo chati thi ke Birju ase hi jhad jaye taki uski chut chudne se bach jaye. Par Birju ek number ka chodu tha.Thodi der bad usne Pooja ko fir neech lita diya aur uske upar let gaya. Pooja ki tange faila kar lund uski chut par laga diya. Aur uske chuche chusne laga. Birju ne jor laga kar. Joan screamed once more as she felt her son's come juice filling her cunt, and a final orgasm burned through her body like an exploding fire.As she finished coming, a weakness came over her. She slowly lowered her legs to the bed, her son's cock pulling from her clutching cunt with a moist sound. Ted rolled to his side, breathing hard. Joan lay on her back, legs spread wide and her arms at her sides. Her naked tits rose and fell in her effort to suck air into her lungs.A few minutes later she.
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