The Dance On The Beach ( Furry / Yiff )

“Fine.” I conceded, turning around. “I’m going to go get ready for bed.” I rounded the corner and disappeared into the staircase, not quite going cartoon down as I wanted to hear the aftermath. “What’s up with him, is he okay?” Chris asked. “Yeah, he just finds doggystyle this whole thing awkward.” Molly answered. “Mm.” Chris replied, kind of lazily. It was hard to tell cowgirl without getting to see his face. With that, I quickly went downstairs and brushed my teeth, then changed into something comfy, but not too lewd or awkward for sharing a bed platonically. As I got into bed, Molly came into the room. I could tell there was tension, so I decided to cut it. “Just so you know, my room is not a hotel.” I told her. “You’re starting to sleep in my bed about as much as your own.” “I wouldn’t have to if the couch upstairs was available.” Molly replied, not even hiding the disgust in her voice. I quieted my own voice down. “Chris?” I asked, like we were blonde sharing a joke. “Oh my G-” Molly started, whispering too. She then pretended to pull out her hair, which made the both of us laugh. “Don’t worry.” she returned to her normal voice. “After this, I’m taking beach good care of my bed from now on.” She returned to her shy state as she popped her own bubble, turning off the room light and getting in beside me. “Comfy?” I asked. “Yes, thanks.” she replied softly. “Goodnight, Aaron. Sorry for being such a burden.” “Only apologize if that ever happens, because it hasn’t yet.” I replied, albeit dismissively. With that, silence enveloped us and Molly drifted off to sleep. I don’t know how long it took – one hour, two – before I was confident enough to test the waters. “Molly.” No response. “Molly.” Nothing. She was asleep. I made a mental note to track her breathing when she was awake compared to when she was asleep and then went to make a move. Part of me was calculating, the other part pure nervousness. How was I going to make bigtits a move? What would I do? What I try some incentive? As if wired to an electric-shock machine, a flash and a buzz whirred through me. It kind of sounded like a wrong-answer buzzer during a game show, accompanied by a blood-red portrayal of Daisy’s face. No. No, I couldn’t make the first move. If this was all in my head, I couldn’t make the first move. That would only mean Daisy would be right. And Daisy was wrong, I didn’t molest anyone. Molly wanted it. “I wanna taste my pussy juices.” Jill said as she put her hand between her legs. There wasn’t even a scratch where an arrow had been buried just a few hours ago. cowgirl Denise was on her knees in her living room , dressed in black thong panties & see thru bra with short heeled doggystyle slippers giving her Master Rocky head , Rocky was watching the four ladies on the other sofa . Who were currently french-kissing & necking , all of them were dressed in thong bikinis & short 3inch heels , all also were wearing their slut dog-collars with no leash . It was Saturday afternoon&Bill , Denise's cuckold hubby was at the golf course. Ooh, you're going to pound my fucking asshole until I explode!” I was covered with sweat, her chest was heaving for air. Stretch my cartoon pussy with your dick. You were pretty good yesterday, Dale enjoyed meeting you and you accepted your punishment last night too. The young mysterious woman took blonde a few steps toward him. Actually I was starting to have a wicked idea, but obviously we needed to get inside their household to have the opportunity to do anything at bigtits all. Kissing all around the entrance. “Oh, but we're going to do it out there!” I said. Yavara stepped before me next, and smiled. He found the camera. I smiled even as the itch surged in my pussy. When he opened the bathroom door she leaned her head and a shoulder around the frosted beach glass shower door. All of a sudden, the solution hit Dave like a bolt of lightning.