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“I love you, Elena Straltaira.” I said clearly, my voice tremulous with that terror, that sweet terror that I finally labelled truly. Love. Elena cried out in anguish, and plunged the knife into the floor. She buried her face in her hands, and wept. I dared not touch her, dared not try to impose on such a perfect crisis. Then she grabbed my face and pressed our mouths together, forcing her tongue inside, wrapping our lips in a fevered consumption. Her fists balled in my hair, and mine did the same to hers, pulling and tearing, compelled by some indescribable desperation. Our faces wetted with each other’s tears, our noses inhaled frantically beside one another, and our hands moved from our blonde manes to tear our clothes asunder. My milky breasts jiggled with a ferocious rip of my bodice, and her fingers sunk hungrily into their meat, her thumbs pressing into the pert nipples until they stung deep into my glands. I fumbled with the buttons of her dress and then gave up, and ripped it from the seams. She pushed hard against me, her throbbing cock pressing to my nethers, the heat of her teasing the aching desire within me, my ravenous lips dripping with readiness. She pushed inside, and I cried out into her mouth, the back of my head pressing into the floor, my body arching with her atop it, so great was my joy to feel her inside me. We broke from our kiss in a cacophony of gasps, her wild face hovering over mine as she delivered thrust after thrust, each one stretching me open for the next, each one flattening my ass against the floor, pinning me down so that I had to feel every delicious inch of her. “Oh god, fuck me, ball licking Elena!” I cried. She growled and took a nipple into her mouth, sucking fiercely until the node was swollen and filled with sensation, her teeth pulling on it, her muzzle creating a shallow about its pressing indentation. I moaned to feel her possession of me, drawing my hands through her hair to encourage of nursing, instincts of perverse maternity beckoning me. Her azure gaze softened as I sung my sweet melody into her ear, massaging her scalp with tender fingers, opening my legs to receive the wanton abuse of her hips. She decelerated into slow, meaningful drives, making me feel all she had to give. My body was a bridge from tailbone to atlas, bowed to support and receive her, and she created a bridge of her own atop it, her arms pressing herself upright so that she could slide against my body with sensual passes, our forms slick with the sweat of our desire. My brows knitted, and my voice sung a mournful, low tone as I felt her cock penetrate me with purposeful motions, her girth pressing every surface of me, her tip opening my ovule to taste the honey within. My glistening soft pussy lips folded inward with her advance, and gripped her greedily as she pulled threesome out, stretching and outturning like rose petals about her exiting pole. She ceased her feeding, and left my nipple wet and rosy, her tongue teasing it before slipping back into her beautiful mouth. She slid under my ass and spun us until I was on top, my thick thighs straddling her, my ravaged dress falling to my hips. I growled around an animalistic smile, filling my hands with her golden breasts, relishing the opportunity to show her what I could give. I began to grind my hips in deep, circular passes, my belly flexing in shadows below my bouncing breasts, my back arched to keep my weight centered on our joining. I stirred myself with her cock, ruining the swollen petals that gripped her, feeling her throb and pulse with every clench of my feminine muscles. “Do you like that?” I gasped between moans. “Yes!” Elena cried out, “Don’t stop!” I smiled and kept my pace, my hips undulating behind me, my breasts pressed together between my arms as I squeezed Elena’s. The succulent fat protruded between my fingers, the pink nipples that contrasted her bronze globes standing erect and swollen, leaking white nectar that pooled in a rim Hardcore about the darker areola. Her head pressed to the floor and tilted back, a strained cry singing from her throat. I giggled at her lustful response, watching her bronze body bend and flex in reaction to my movements. She filled her hands with my ass, her fingers disappearing in the supple meat, the tips of both middle fingers teasing the very edge of my anus as she pried my cheeks apart. I gasped lightly, a sound coming from slightly parted pink lips below half-lidded eyes, born from a face relaxed in the splendor of such easy love making. The roll of my hips became an exaggeration of motion, a gluttonous indulgence of the cock that stirred my tender channel with tortuous repetition, savoring every bit of it. I voyeur eased down upon her, relaxing my soft belly into the curve of her muscular abdomen, squishing our busts together so that our nipples stabbed into each other. I breathed upon her lips with easy exhalations, each one sliding from me with a moan of pure delight. She thrusted with me then, gentle, purposeful motions that suckingdick matched the languorous grind of my hips, piercing me as my pelvis met hers, the impact reverberating in our depths, sounding blowjob the sweet ache of our growing pleasure. Still, more shivers ran through my body as he contained his magic fingers, touching my upper shoulders. I was naked, but she said I was to give her a couple of minutes. “Yet threesome what of this Sinding – you spared him?” It slipped off of me, leaving me in only my panties. I’m not so sure, after last night I may not want them in my life.” I could hear the hurt in her voice. Known as a work-horse for his clients, he had impeccable credentials with the success that was legendary. Every collar had a small o-ring voyeur on the front for the attachment of chains and they had a small plaque on the back with her pussy ID number and name. It was so sudden and almost savage. Jamie: Oh I don’t need any, I’m going to Melissa’s house, I’ll have lunch there. I had a naughty asshole. More food was put on his plate than he could possible eat and yet he made good work of most of it. “That would be fine with me” she blurted out with even more of that grin and smile. He stood up and somewhat shyly adjusted his cock so that it was upward inside his pants and not so obvious. She didn’t mind me smoking, I lit up a cigarette and relaxed, enjoying the wine. This time she was wild with lust, and it was clear that the man was driven a bit mad by horniness too. I wanted to get to know him, and be his friend, and if that worked ball licking out, I wanted him in my bed and my life. If I had a nickel for every married guy I've had sex with, I'd be a millionaire. You guys can ride with me. We’ll stop by and get them after we eat.” My bedroom now I thought. She checked her phone, but there were no messages about appointments yet, so she decided to find a bar to grab a drink and something to eat. She craved the forceful unrelenting rut. It doesn’t exactly look lolita. She felt strangely relieved yet intensely turned on even more Hardcore by the sight before her. Apart from my shoes I suckingdick was now naked in front of 20 or so young adults. I said sincerely. 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