Playtime For Kathia

Prestira pulled her finger from my ass and slapped me on the cheek. Go get her tiger. I walked behind Yavara, her tittering voice taunting me excitedly as she wiggled her hips. She looked back at me with a smile. “Are you going to spank me, Daddy?” “Oh, you’ve been much too naughty for just a spanking, Sweetheart,” I said, pulling her dress up, “I’m going to have to do a lot more than that to get the message across.” “Oh no, Daddy, I won’t do it again, I pwah-miss. I’m sooooo sah-wie.” Yavara’s submissive baby voice drove me teen over the edge. I brought a hand down on her cheek, leaving a bright-red print on her bronze ass. She squealed in delight when I slapped her other cheek, her pussy frothing between her quivering thighs. I slid myself between her petals, wetting my rod with the lust I compelled from her, each strike causing her to gush and flutter about me. When her thighs were grinding, and her back was arching with desperate want, I brought both hands down on her cheeks, and spread them. God, she was wet. I opened her delicate curtains with my thumbs, displaying the sweet ruby depths of her. My mouth watered at the sight. “Daddy’s feeling nice today, Honey, so you get to pick how I punish you.” I said, “Where does my baby girl want her daddy to discipline her?” Yavara looked over one hunched shoulder, her teeth pressing into her lower lip, her eyes begging. She grinded along my pole, testing my girth against her lewd options, shuddering when my wetted tip slid across her puckered anus. “I want Daddy to put it in my ass.” She whispered, eyes alight, “I’ve been a very bad girl; Daddy needs to hurt me, or I’ll never learn.” I placed my tip against Yavara’s pink sphincter and slowly pushed in. Her shoulders pinched as she dilated around me, her rim widening, and widening, and widening, and sucking me in, pulling me into her vile tender depths, her smooth-bore shithole gripping me like I’d never felt before. I gasped, my crotch surrounded by the pillowing heat of her perfect ass, the Hardcore gleaming succulent domes squishing around me. Yavara whined like a sated junkie, her rim winking around my base, twisting like a disgusting mouth. It was all I could do not to lose myself in her heinous brand of sex, that lust which desired naught but the depraved and perverse, that passion which chose the dirty pain of an anal fuck over the natural act of sex. Brock was right; this was the greatest piece of ass I’d ever had. “It’s what I deserve, Daddy.” Yavara gasped, her lower back darkening in the lithe shadows of muscle, “Fuck your whore-daughter’s nasty little asshole.” I pulled out of Yavara until only my head was inside her, a small length of her rim stretching outward with it. I spanked her as I charged back in, her anal walls clinging to my advance, making me feel every surface of her disgusting channel. Yavara moaned and cried, her exaltations muffled by ex-wife’s cunt, whose owner watched me gagging with megalomaniacal arousal, entangling her fingers into Yavara’s hair. “That’s it, baby-girl, that’s it.” Prestira purred, hands grasping Yavara’s head, “Take Daddy’s dick into your shithole and lick mommy’s cunt. Such a bad girl; we may need BDSM to punish you every night.” Yavara moaned her approval, her back arching in response to my movements, pressing herself closer to me. I reached beneath her and sunk four fingers into her oozing slit, her delicate petals pushing inward with my fingers. I felt my cock pumping along her fleshy floor, and pressed my fingers against the bulge. Yavara screamed mutedly, her thighs quivering. I found her natural rhythm, and I beat her to it; slapping and driving in time, turning the two globes of my drum into a rosy blonde canvas of jiggling fat. Yavara’s dress fell to her ribs with the force of my blows, pooling around the exposed bottoms of her breasts. Each thrust sent little shocks up her spine, the muscles in her back flexing in response, her pussy clenching about my fingers in turn. When I felt her insides boiling with spasms, I withdrew my hand, denying her the release. She whined desperately, her motions becoming ardent, the whore within her taking control. I examined the nectar webbing my fingers, and glanced at Prestira. “Honey, our daughter’s been hiding sweets from us.” Prestira leaned forward and suck Yavara from my fingers, her eyes staring into my own as she took each finger into her mouth. “Such a bad girl, Yavara, keeping things like that from your parents. We’re going to have to take drastic measures for that.” Prestira taunted, grinding her pelvis against Yavara’s mouth, Natural tits smearing her lust across her lips. Yavara gasped for air before diving back into Prestira, her consumption losing all pretense, turning into a gluttonous devouring. My tongue no longer avoided Brock’s finger, but licked it curiously, and my jaw no longer locked, but relaxed to bring suction about him, gagging drawing my lips sensually. I promise they will never like . . . Biting her lip she pulled her hand from his pants, her skin indented slightly from the waistband of his jeans Natural tits she lifted her hand to her mouth, moaning slightly as she pressed the middle finger of her hand between her lips, tongue swirling around the digit, wetting it as best she could before, smirking, she reached across, sliding her hand back down into his pants. “Find that blanket again and get over here.” She demanded The long handle was partially lined with spikes which extended to a good part of the thong. The two pool balls were not there. She had secretly wanted to enter a tittie contest like this before but never had the nerve or the encouragement until she met Crowbar - but today she was bustin' loose. I interrupted him” What is the nature of the job?” She and I drove to Memphis on a Sunday morning with my lieutenant, Daryl Evans, to listen to the recording. I can call the Police, have them take you away, or, I can call one Hardcore of my friends who will see to it that blonde if you are found again, you won't be recognized. I BDSM blinked twice. She was a nudist, and would walk around the house bare or just in a t-shirt, foregoing panties altogether. “All it took was a neural agent to knock everyone out. Daft bastard on counter near fainted at size of cheque but I drew out a fair few quid and went about me business. She humped her cunt against me, rubbing her hot flesh on my hungry mouth. “Well I’ll be go to hell if you weren’t telling the truth!” he said as he watched the enlivened tattoos. There were 2 young men working on my arms but neither were showing any signs of being guilty of the inappropriate comment. While Kyle did not want to give in to this girl’s advances, he was also very tempted to give in to the allure of pleasure. She kept her honor for even longer, but then my practiced thumb found the combination of her clit, and her eyes fell to a drooping splendor, and her open mouth beckoned for the taste of me. I kissed her, wet and sensual like I kissed Jade, promising nothing but pleasure and tenderness with the motions of my tongue, and Bianca’s trepidation eased from her. Meanwhile, the doctors and nurses are going crazy trying to keep the poor teen guy from bleeding to death, while I'm cradling the newborn baby in a towel in my arms. Tentatively, he moved his head past Rebecca’s knees, and his nose touched her naked pussy. A second shadow came out, but this time she recognized her bracelets and lasso in their hand. The other rugby players, their friends and partners all arrived. Clare replied. Sex was openly encouraged, no longer suppressed. My penis got some relief as it bobbed up and down as we walked. She said "OK." Then she asked me if I had fun. Afterwards the flight deck looks like a charnel house. I never stopped thinking about you.” Perfect. Not only was she humiliating her teacher, she now had her neighbor helping her. They both bowed to Derrick again, then all the ships started cheering. But now with the new angle, I could continue my assault. Quit screwing around." "You won't get far without these." Stars burst across my vision. Jason pleaded.