My pussy spasmed, adding ripples of delight to the powerful pleasure supplied by my erupting girl-cock. I groaned, leaning over Anemone, left dizzy by the powerful explosion. The pregnant redhead whimpered in delight, her snatch wringing out every drop of my cum. I stared at the cumming contestants, Kristina and the nine others. The talent competition was up next. They would have to wow us judges. Only three girls would get to make it to the finals. I hoped it wasn't Kristina. But I only had one vote. April 17th, 2047 “Hearing you talk about it made me wish I was bread at the right time of year to have been a contestant,” Adelia moaned. “I can tell that,” I said, my futa-dick hard and aching. “You're rubbing your thighs so tight together.” A ripple of gigglish laughter came from the studio audience. “And I’m guessing the sex that night was incredible. So there I was, cleaning out my locker on the last day of my highschool career, when she walked towards me. If this was a movie, she would be moving languidly in slow motion, hair blown by unseen winds, smiling, breasts gently bouncing… but this is text so just imagine all that shit happening. She gasped and moaned around her daughter's clit. Just lay back and relax, I’ll do the work. You whimpered but the tart taste from the cloth in your mouth only pervaded. A blissful smile creased her lips, and her chest began to rise and fall with the steady thrum of sleeping breaths.
Suddenly her nipples began rotating and vibrating in circles as unseen hands began to caress her breast. The sensations all at once were too much and the orgasmic pressure was building up so fast she thought she might explode. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she clinched her fists as her whole body began to spasm in orgasmic bliss. This continued for several minutes until she passed out, out of sheer exhaustion. Alexis reversed the spell and sat up to look at her limp lover on the ground. "Next time I'll have to do something about your stamina won't I?" She giggled as she picked her up and flew her to her bed. How Traditions Start – part 8 An original story by Starrynight I would like to start with a special thanks to Dudley Dowrong for his inputs and comments after each story in the series. Your reviews were much appreciated and implemented in the following chapter. Any comments and suggestions are welcome and will only help making my stories better. I felt my hips moving, as though that could possibly shake the damp panties off my body. After a long silence my Aunt made another attempt to start again. Carl positioned himself so that he could see Emelie and her parents. He love to torture his woman. I’m dozing off and on but when I open my eyes Cindy is usually staring at me while Christine is between her legs. Both just as sadistic looking as the first. I knew that I could instead focus all of my ‘creativity’ to further pursue my passion. “I didn’t say that you could come” Vasiliki snapped. “Hey,” I remarked as I slid down the wall, sitting down. It's covered in your pussy juices and you moan. When did this start?” I smiled at her. it's huge" and then Madison say "Sounds like you're interested in seeing it out in the open, Emily". “Good work, girls. She felt a strange feeling passing through her body. Melanie gripped my hands tight, her face flushed. “Please” I said back. It took a few minutes of gentle petting, but eventually Ian began to wake up. We both look up and see the guys by the entrance. We’d like to put you in the tank and see if our sensors pick up anything.”
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