Bad adolescent Paddled

Her belly was a concave curve of pale flesh with a navel dotting its perfect center, and her glutes widened from her pelvis in lascivious curves that rounded into toned thighs, whose precipice formed a gap where her glistening, tight slit leaked for me. “Well,” Lucilla smiled, “are you just going to look at it?” “I’m not sure what to do with it.” I giggled, brushing my dangling hair over a pointed ear. Lucilla sat upright, and took two handfuls of my backside, sinking her fingers into the delectable fat that rounded my curves. She dragged my body across hers, and our slits ran through each other as our clits connected. A shot of pleasure raced up my spine, and a shiver followed it. A weak, vulnerable gasp slipped from my lips, and Lucilla smiled into my eyes. “You know,” she smiled, “I’ve never done anything with another woman before, so this is new for both of us.” “Well,” I smiled back, shifting my hips and savoring the feeling of her wet heat pressed against mine, “this feels nice; maybe we should keep doing this.” “Oh?” Lucilla asked with a raised eyebrow as she guided me to grind on top of her, “Is this enough for you, Julia? Does it feel just… nice? ” Our clits rubbed against each other, each touch sending electric pleasure singing into my pelvis. I felt the wetness between my legs grow, and a hunger in my nethers ache with tortuous vacancy. The emptiness needed-no- craved to be satisfied. No, no this was not enough for me. I felt my eyes droop in the heat of my desire, and a needful, pleading wine drift softly past my lips. “No,” I whispered, pressing our breasts closer together, feeling her erect nipples toying with my own, “Lucilla, I need you to fuck me from the inside.” I couldn’t believe those words just came out of teen my mouth. I said a silent prayer as Lucilla’s grin broadened to a wicked smile. I couldn’t help but smile back; it was the truth. “Sister Julia!” Lucilla exclaimed through giggles, “Did I just hear you say that?” “Forgive me, Holy Mother,” I started, feeling my face flush, “for the words of my-” “Shh.” Lucilla smiled, putting a finger to my lips, silencing me. Her blue eyes twinkled as the tip of her finger circled the outline of my mouth, gently deforming the luscious spanking flesh. She pressed her finger to the crease of my pursed lips, and I hesitantly opened them for her. She put her finger into my mouth and (forgive me Mother for my lewdness) I sucked it. I twisted my lips around her finger, and hummed a needful tone as I drew it into my mouth. Lucilla’s thumb gently traced my cheek as I wetted her invading digit, and then she pulled it out, a sheen of my spit glistening from her extended index finger. “Your hip movements need some work,” Lucilla smirked, reaching behind me with her wetted finger as shorts she spread my glutes wide with her gripping hand, “I think I know just the trick.” When she got up, I knew I had to please her. Of course I was lying but had just found a way to be with Scott that day as he wanted. “Why?” shorts I wondered for a second if the light helped or hindered my chances but never slowed my pace. Then looking back at me, she licked her lips and spanking gave a wink as she started to gradually massage me from base to tip, bringing in a second hand to provide a bit of extra inspiration. On the plane, I was shown me my seat. “I got you a present.” She squealed her delight around Mike’s shaft as he fucked her mouth harder in excitement. While my objective was to find a way safely teen into the temple I wasn't going to try to get in myself just yet. He wanted to cough to clear his airway and the only thing he could be grateful for was that the smell itself was replaced by the fire that continued to burn and add a leather smell to the air instead. He injected it into my arm. My waistband was lifted up in the air, and the only thing keeping my throbbing cock from popping out was the waistband itself. After I’d cleaned up after the meal Tony moved the fucking machine a little then changed the display on one of his monitors. “Is everything between you and John better?” I ask. She finished her draw and arched back. She gasped audibly, partly for their benefit and partly from the suddenness of it. The musty odor of ‘old’ filled my nose. Salman had ripped off her petticoat in the heat of his lust. Sighing he looked away from the female. “I told her that I’d sure like to meet that one……and now I have. “Ah that is him,” the Princess agreed, “Hang him!” Then the last guy felt my ass contracting during my orgasm and he came too. I jumped down of the table and took his cook in my mouth, one hand on his ass between his legs, and one on his balls, and then he came in my mouth. I felt his cock swelling inside my pussy. It just said welcome home Sweetheart. Last week, he taught Mr. Armstrong how to safely tie up his wife without hurting her. Stepping into his conference room he knelt.