"I let my body relax as much as I could, and Atemaru thrust his erotic tool until I came once again. This time I closed around his member hard enough that I met his own climax. The shuddering breath that he let out was proof along with the sinking warmth of his expended seed."
"She had her thighs pressed tightly together and he wondered idly what she'd say if he took the bottom of her bathing suit off and spent the rest of the night with his face buried between her legs. He didn't need to breath, he just needed to make her scream his name."
"Now I with passion, getting my hand under nightie and start to fondle my tits to get my nipples hard. Mmmm, that feels so good. My big purple breasts start to shiver, and I get aroused my warmth of my body. I like then to boldly spread my legs wide. I open ends of my nightie and left it open so my belly and my pussy is visible. My fingers getting down from my belly toward warm pussy. I gently move finger so it get all wet and juicy. I love that touch. I move them around. I love that smell of pure sex that spread all over from my thighs."
"With thrill in her tits Malia close her eyes while my hand getting slowly up her thigh toward center. I run my fingers over her wet pulsating pussy. She is aroused too. I feel how she shivers. Slowly she close her eyes and start to grouse."
"I start squeezing my belly and twisting my pussy."
"My pussy was wide open for Malia hands. She sit behind me and stuck her tongue in my pussy. I felt her around my pussy, and her hands on my butt."
"Slightly fruit get inside instead of my finger."
"We continue with scissoring with banana inside us. I nibble her nipples and she move her fingers around my buthole. At one moment she stuck one inside."
"Faster and faster we moved around. There was nothing left from banana."
"Her clitoris was so aroused and wet. Her buttocks was all red and hot."
Malia -- Tiffany James
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"He pushed her knees apart and stepped between her thighs, sliding his hand under her dress to stroke her cunt. She was smooth, hot, and already drenched with cream. He slid two fingers between her labia, scissoring his fingers and opening her to him. The musky smell of her desire filled the room as her slick juices coated his fingers. She gave a loud moan, but pressed her palms against his chest, her gaze searching his. 'Ryder, this does not solve anything.' 'Does it not?' He licked his middle finger on his other hand and then brought it between her legs to rub against her clit. 'Oh...' Her eyes closed and her hips lifted off the counter. 'Do you want me to stop?' He rotated his finger against the kernel of swollen flesh. She moaned again. Her hands ceased in pushing him away and instead clutched his shirt. 'I hate you for this,' she choked out. 'But I'll hate you more if you stop.' His blood pounded in triumph and he smiled, pushing two fingers into her humid cunt. Gods, she was so hot and wet. His cock pressed against the fastening of his trousers and her gritted his teeth. For her, this is for her. He kept one finger on her clit, rubbing steadily while he began to slowly finger fuck her. She leaned into him, wrapping her legs around his waist as he moved his fingers in and out of her hot cunt. He curled his fingers, rubbing against the sensitive spot inside her. 'Ryder.' She gasped and jerked his shirt, pulling his head down to hers. He answered her plea and closed his mouth over her parted lips, thrusting his tongue into the sweet moist cavern. Her tongue moved against his almost hesitantly, as if kissing was a novelty for her. He moved his fingers faster, deeper into her, mimicking the thrusting of his tongue in her mouth. Encouraged by her husky groans, he added pressure to her clit. Her thighs tightened around him and she pulled her mouth from his to cry out. Cream surrounded his fingers as she climaxed and her nails nearly pierced his shirt as they clawed at his chest. She closed her eyes, her breasts rising and falling with each rapid breath she took. He pulled his fingers out of her channel and cupped her pussy, smoothing his thumb over the silky lips of her cunt."
"They moved together in mounting urgency, the sweetly scented bedcoverings crushed beneath them. Surrounded by the wind and consumed by the fire between them, they mated. It felt eternal. Enduring and infinite. As if he were the rest of her, some part she left behind before birth."
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