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“Yeah, you like this dick, don’t you, you stupid… fucking… bitch.” She screwed up her face, then threw back her head and roared with laughter. “You try it!” I exclaimed. She struggled to compose herself. “Yeah,” she giggled, covering her face with my palm, “yeah… fuck this cum tight little pussy with your big-ass dick you big, fucking… dumbass.” “It’s not so easy, is it?!” I tittered, my cock drumming inside her in cadence with my belly-shaking laughter. “Let’s just… let’s just keep our mouths shut.” She giggled. She began grinding on me, slowly stirring herself about my cock, stretching her delicate petals, smearing her lust across my crotch. Her grin faded into a gaping smile, then the quirk of her lips turned down, casting her expression into one of stoic lust. She watched me intently from her downcast gaze, the goddess once more here to stare imperiously upon me, to find me unworthy of such perfection. Did she know what she was doing to me? Did she know that I would grovel at her feet, big and consider myself blessed to kiss her toes? I placed my hands on her rolling hips, and thrusted against her, causing her breasts to jiggle with each impact, the gravity-defying domes quivering back to their steady perches until I disturbed their equilibrium once more. I marveled at the silken expanse of her belly, at the muscles beneath them clenching with her forward rotation, then stretching when her oscillating hips moved away, her back arching, her toned shoulders pinning back to present her perfect chest. “Furia?” She whispered gently. “Yes?” I asked, my voice rasping with reverence. She smiled endearingly at me, framing my face with her hands, bringing herself to my level so that our bodies pressed, our brows touching. “By the expression on your face, I’d think I’d just shown you god.” “You mean you’re not her?” I laughed against her lips, but Hardcore my eyes bespoke the truth of my feelings. She giggled again, a sweet melody of mirth. “I remember when I first laid with a woman.” She said, her eyes dancing with the moonlight, “I thought I was in the presence of the Holy Mother herself.” Her breathing became heavy, each expiration filling my nostrils, “But the Holy fetish Mother doesn’t moan like I do,” she said, her pussy voice edged with tension. “I was a virgin just a minute ago, and now I’m dancing on you like a whore on her last penny.” Her brows knitted in an expression of astonishment, a need, a desperation she didn’t understand. “You’re fucking ruining me, Furia.” She hissed, “I’m done making love; fuck me like a whore!” I growled, filled my hands with her hair, and tore her head back. I was slowly sliding in and out of her and she said "I want you to cum on my tits...and then lick it off. Athena stopped kissing her neck to see what was wrong. I know she didn’t need time to adjust so I quickly begin to fuck her hard. I shuddered, feeling nostalgic. Shaun called and put me on the hone too. Her, because she could not orgasm while being fucked and me getting serious jaw cramp from the way I had to go down on her. I wished I'd known that Uncle Clint had been Hardcore my dad while he was still alive. I hadn't ever sucked a cock, well I didn't remember every sucking one. He paused as he listened to the comlink which he pressed more tightly into his right ear. "Sorry . . . As I walked I thought about coming back on my own in 2 or 3 days and maybe hiring one and asking one of the young men to take me for a spin so cum that I could put my hands on his cock. When she stepped back to straighten it out I realised that she’d put it on pussy like fetish a blouse. She was placed on her back and could barely move. Another two minutes should do away with all of them." Her big tits resting on the wooden deck. “I have nothing to big say to you.” Lisa moved the head of her dick-clit all around deep inside Jan, rubbing it against the walls of Jan's vagina to coat it with Bill's still-living sperm. It can't be good for your hair with that dye.”