Irenka and Karol

His fingers found every one of the most pleasurable spots her own fingers had found in allure dark of night and discovered what it meant to be a woman. “I've never tasted a virgin before,” she heard him say, then his whole body moved between her open legs and he was kissing the inside of her thigh. Wendy closed her eyes and allowed herself to feel all the things he was doing. Miranda could see all of the pleasure on her daughter's face and began to love him more. She loved him that he was able to show her daughter this pleasure; this POSSIBILITY of such pleasure, when she herself had never known such things were even possible until today. “Nobody has ever tasted YOU either, have they?” he asked, moving over. Miranda felt him get between her legs, then his kisses were moving up the insides of her thighs, and she felt the most exquisite wetness as his tongue entered her. Soon, his fingers were inside, too, and her G-spot was being tickled for the third tight time that day. The third time in her life, too. Wendy watched as adorable her mother perky experienced it again, and she wanted to feel it, too. Especially when he crawled up between her legs and began rubbing his cock up and down the same sparse patch of hair that adorned her girlfriend own groin. The look of rapture on her mother's face was surreal. Wendy was looking at him with eyes that spoke of awe and wonder as she watched his cock disappear, knowing it was going inside her mother; and he saw her silent permission to be the one she allowed into herself in this way. He could see the love she had for him, the choosing; he could see the love she had for him in her eyes, and returned it with a smile. He knew, at that moment, he had them both. They were his forever, and he had great plans for them. He got pleasure from giving others pleasure, and this mother and daughter felt pleasure separately more than any three other he had known. He could only imagine their ecstasy when they finally pleasured each other. That would be a memory to have forever, because videos came close, but nothing was like the real experience. Ahh, the flavor of the feelings flowing through the energy of the moment! Exquisitely sublime and surreal as it was fleeting, and these two felt things more deeply than anyone else he had ever met. It was their innocence that tasted so sweet, and the more he drank of it, the more he desired it, but he knew nothing might be ever so sweet again. He truly DID love these two; the BOTH of them, and going slower meant he could enjoy himself a little longer. He looked into Miranda's eyes, then Wendy's, and saw mirror images of love for him, so he was helpless to do anything but smile at the ceiling because of the pleasure he felt, and all he had to do to prolong this moment for eternity was lay there and smile at the sky and feel the pleasure flowing through him. I surrendered it all to my brother. Our spicy musks, so similar and yet mine was adorable stronger and hers was fresher, mixed together as we loved each other. “Jean Pierre is masturbating again while he watches us fucking. “It is.” Sister Julia’s emerald eyes filled my vision, her hands grasped my hips, her breath filled my nostrils, “Give it to me, Night Eyes. I looked over my shoulder, and saw my own daughter inundated with Night Eyes’s curse. Show me how much you want. “He told me to,” she added, hoping that would explain enough. Aunt Vanessa was ready to fuck. Ted apparently didn't have any girlfriend trouble keeping it hard tonight. Ah, there was simply nothing quite so beautiful as youth! Arabella curtseyed and The Libertine bowed his head. We tried it a few times, and she wasn’t bad at making up stories, but not brilliant, either. Shelly hesitated for a moment, but I think she was feeling sorry for me, finally she said “Alright, but you got to promise you’ll be careful.” We never worried about our daughter knowing that Max was there and would protect her. She had not fully developed and so they were a nice handful but not big like her mother. In a minute his dog tight jumped back on me and I pushed it away. Her lips were cut allure and swollen but they started moving. “Nothing” he said as he guided her hand to himself, his hard throbbing member dripping with excitement. "No, I do not." The girls were left alone after that but Newlyn noticed the boy kept looking back at them the rest of the fight. A knock on his office door was followed by the appearance of Jenni Hale, the pert and petite receptionist that he shared with Fontane. “Damn,” I thought, then changed direction to my bed. This is humanity in perky its most raw, most pure form—no prejudice or discrimination or hate. She pulls out lays me on my back.