Hawt Whore Alicia Alighatti Gets Long Boned On The Sofa

Brandon matched Astrid’s progress with obvious amusement, causing Lucilla to growl with the deepening of her penetration, her neck standing with tension. Her occupied pussy was flushed with the arousal of her anal violation, the clear nectar dripping down Brandon’s massaging fingers, the tendons in his hand flexing as he gently discovered her secrets. Her diaphragm heaved with breath, the white silk of her dress darkening babe with the exertion of her lust, clinging to the obvious swell of her breasts, pointed nipples signaling her joy, cleavage glistening from glowing flesh. She bit her lip in concentration, gave me a wink, and shifted herself downward; her hips swaying this way and that, her knees bending, her supporting arms trembling as she corkscrewed Brandon’s fist into her rim, the fleshy cuff wrapping gratefully about his wrist as the entrance narrowed around a lesser girth. “Perhaps I underestimated her.” Astrid mused, adjusting my penetration to match Lucilla’s, forcing me to climb to my tip-toes, breathless sobs expiring from my chest, “I think hard fuck she’s mad that you dismembered her earlier; perhaps you should make amends?” “I want to see how far she can take it.” I gasped, chest rising and falling, Big Dick cheeks flushed, lips gaping with desperate expirations, “Don’t stop!” “We wouldn’t want to hurt the little princess, would we?” Astrid kissed my neck, “I’m sure she has the spirit, but her body isn’t built like yours. Mistress and Her Holiness have enough hostility for the lot of us; let us be peacemakers.” BRANDON I’d lived with two succubi, a corrupted deity, a vampire with limitless libido, and a sexually-mutated Valkyrie for the better part of a month, and not once had any of them jumped on my lap and told me to stick my fist as far up their ass as I could. I had known Princess Lucilla for the better part of an hour, and already my fingers were tickling colon. I could see why Sister Julia had bound with her; this one was definitely a keeper. “Oh, thank god,” Lucilla sobbed when Astrid stopped her venture. The princess looked down at me from over her shoulder, her porcelain-hued face flushed, her eyes leaking, her pink lips gaping in a smile, “this was my first time trying that, and you were already past Hardcore my limit.” “Do you want me to pull out?” “No!” Lucilla practically begged, before regaining her composure with an embarrassed smile, “No, just… stretch me like you were doing before.” “Like this?” I curled my hand into a fist, and began rotating as I gently pushed and pulled. Lucilla’s head fell behind her shoulders, her arms straining against the couch’s headrest, her intricately-patterned back flexing above my face as she shifted to the movements of my penetration, her mouth moaning and hissing as pain and pleasure clashed within her. Tight heat surrounded my closed hand, vile muscles twitching and constricting with my every shift, the smooth flesh of her innards deforming against my knuckles. My other hand massaged Lucilla almost lovingly, fingers pressing with gentle circles, a calming contrast to the abuse I was delivering to her exit. Astrid carried the moaning Tera over to us, her body twisted about the Valkyrie as she was impaled during transportation. Lucilla eased herself forward, facing away as she straddled me, giving me a great view of just how much of my arm had disappeared inside her. Her asshole was a pink, thin circle that whitened with each twitch, centered about succulent, porcelain glutes that glowed with the swooshing patterns that marked her, her skirt draping over the tops of her domes. She pulled her dress the rest of the way off her, and gave me an excited smile over her shoulder as Tera was lowered between my legs. LUCILLA There had been a time when I would’ve been sexually intimidated by Tera and Astrid, but now, I was only excited by women with more experience. My challenge had been more of invitation than anything, and I was glad they excepted, because I didn’t doubt Tera could’ve taken Astrid to the elbow. “I think we got off on the wrong foot, Your Highness.” Tera said, words dripping from her lips, “Or I guess the wrong hand, in your case. Let us reintroduce ourselves.” Tera slid her body up mine, her touch electric, her motions unnaturally alluring. Her larger bosom seemed to consume my chest, her toned abdomen was silky despite the muscle, her thighs were supple, and seeped their warmth into mine as she locked them around me. My vision was filled with tantalizing, violet irises, their depths whispering of unspeakable pleasure. There were words I had planned to say; clever, flirtatious words, but Brandon’s hands pushed them from my mind, and they were lost in Tera’s promising gaze. “Princess?” Tera asked, voice like honey. I knew she was limiting her seductive powers, but it seemed that she couldn’t stem them completely with Astrid doing doggy style her work. The hormones that marked Tera’s species leaked from her sweat and mingled with my flesh, radiating their desire deep into my nerves. I recalled the look on Diamond’s face when Tera had taken her hostage, the rapt desire in her changed eyes. I wanted to know what that felt like. “No, not Princess,” I whispered, taking Tera’s hands and guiding them to my glutes, making her spread me so that Brandon could push even deeper, “Slave.” “Are you sure?” she asked, a long, forked tongue sliding across lush, purple lips. I’d never been surer of anything in my life. I was drunk with her. She quickly taped his cock at the base, Hardcore extremely tight. “I had help.” I replied, connecting eyes with Night Eyes as she ascended the steps. Clerics noted in both instances that the sun was a blood-corona-sliver, a millennial astronomical phenomenon where the entire sun is tinted red except for the bottom curve, which remains yellow.” David pulled off the spent condom and tossed it aside onto a nightstand. She was forty-one years old and she knew she looked good. doggy style "If we were still together after graduation, I'm sure we could find a city that both babe of us could be successful in. But I want you to think of your future. I thought he was good people and even if hard fuck circumstances hid the truth sometimes, I didn't think, this, was one of those times. “Slow down, take a deep breath!” I tried to reach around but she just giggled. Harder… harder… PLEEEASSSE!” Amanda cried. Right from her c***dhood that had been the routine, she would sit in his lap, kiss him and hug him and tell about the events of the day. He loved the way Presley moaned and trembled as his tongue explored her teenage rack. That shouldn’t be a surprise.” Maria chuckles and glances to the side before moving around. He paused with this ‘death sentence’ confirmed and then continued, “But, there just might be an escape from this unfortunate and eminent demise. The next day is Thursday. ‘Breasts’ sounds too . . . She giggled, “that’s cold and it tickles” She then told me to enjoy the taste. I woke to the sound of Big Dick my door knob rattling. "I trust you with this mission, as I do the art that I have taught you. Still keeping my eyes shut I squeezed as hard as I could, only to find that Dave had finally got the setting right. Not only had I been filled to capacity, but Freydis Skyborne was leaving Drastin, which meant I didn’t have an imminent battle with a Valkyrie looming over my head. Once again the button slid from the hole, and she coveted the newly exposed flesh, working her hand further in each time. I considered that as enough of a sign to move things further.