Married Secretary Ivy Lebelle Blows Her Hung Bosswm

Finally, her heavy breaths eased, and her face relaxed. It fell into a thoughtful expression for a moment, then it slowly widened to a wonderous smile. “It’s so good!” She said with a gasp, her eyes twinkling above mine. Her body lost its rigidity to a languid arch, and she tilted her head to growl, “Oh, it’s absolutely decadent! ” And with that, she rolled her hips, lifting one cheek, then the other, stirring her taught lips about her father’s invasion, but not letting an inch of him free. For Greed was never one to willingly relinquish what she’d taken, so her father had to force the issue. He held her wrists together at the small of her back, and ravaged her like a bull. She lurched atop me, crying oral out big with each entrance, and whining needfully with each blowjob exit, trying to entice her father with the back-arching elevation of her pelvis, presenting her fertile assets. “Oh, please Daddy!” She cried, affecting the voice of a child, “Give me more. Give me MORE!” The affectation had the desired effect, and the weakness she portrayed goaded her father’s power-lust. He wrapped his hands around her throat, wrenched her upright, and choked her as he heaved with a fervency. Joy’s golden breasts turned to rippling domes, her lustrous hair flailed, and her belly clenched and convulsed, the flat of her pelvis bulging with each violent invasion of her father. She squealed her strangled delight, her head turned to gaze rapturously at her defiler, her chin resting upon her retracted shoulder, her arms flexing behind her back. The angle of her penetration allowed for Vita’s shaft to pass through my slit, and I moaned in congruence with my daughter’s screams, watching her debase herself, and succumb. The nectar she oozed from her swollen petals was golden and viscous, and tasted of sweet honey when I brought it to my lips. Oh, I would taste it from the source. “Vita.” I spoke with a drawl that I hadn’t before. Vita looked at me from over our daughter’s shoulder, his red eyes wild. I guided him to stop his thrusts, and ran my fingers along his half-buried shaft, and through the pummeled folds of Joy. She was staring at me with questioning, annoyed eyes, her lips parted to breathe decadent moans, her cheeks flushed with her pleasure and strangulation. “You cannot conquer her more from this expedition.” I said, withdrawing Vita from her depths, “There are other campaigns to pursue.” “Fuck you, you old bitch!” Joy snapped, “He doesn’t want you anymore! He belongs to me now!” “You mistake me, daughter.” I chuckled lowly, admiring the way her broken virginity stayed yawning and dripping even after it had been evacuated. I looked lazily into her questioning eyes, and guided my husband’s weapon backward, sliding the tip down her moist taint, “I am simply suggesting an assault from the rear.” The look of shock that came over Joy’s Brunette face was almost as exquisite as the agonized expression that came immediately afterward. Vita used the tits fluid of his daughter’s lust to lubricate the invasion, but there was no preparing her for the depth of it. He buried himself into her filthy, virgin hole, and Joy’s entire body wrenched. Her head flung backward, her breasts jutted forward, her pelvis pivoted downward, and her ass wrenched upward, the small of her back becoming the vertex of her agonized arch. Her bottom lip trembled below wide, mindless eyes, and her chest heaved with desperate intakes. Vita took his daughter by the golden globes of her flank, and lifted her easily from the bed. She fell spinelessly against him, her pelvis tilting forward, her legs dragging out from beneath her, and flopping uselessly before her. When I was done I rolled off her and held her oral close. “Yes, yes, yes!” I howled. “Mmm..your ass is stretching out for me so nicely lover, you know you want to be fucked like a slut, and that is what I am going to do,” she pulled back again and then went even deeper inside, and now I wanted all of it. Then I felt it. “I can’t do that!” I protested. I’ve never got the chance to play with big them as a couple, because they like Brunette swapping…….. She’s still trying to be bold but her dark eyes are wild and I can hear the unmistakable note of fear in her voice now. She giggled in lustful megalomania as Alkandi thrashed and squirmed in ecstasy, the Dark Queen’s equanimity thrown to the wind as she screamed obscenities into the void. I picked up the speed gradually. She laughed to herself as she could just imagine the stunned look that must have been on the man's face as she continued to put distance between them. So, two weeks later, I snuck home early, went straight to our room and found her journal and began to read. He closed his eyes and imagined himself down on his knees before her. She squeezes my ass and all of us say our goodbyes. Leaning forward, she hovered just above my cock, made a little spout with her lips, and drizzled tits a thin trickle of sticky drool all up and down my throbbing member. After a good long minute, she finally pulls away. “I’m sorry.” I said through my gasping for air. “Oh, honey,” Jill sighed. “Come hang out with me and Michael tonight.” I noticed the CD had returned to the first piece. She wore a pink tutu around her waist, the translucent skirt flowing out around her lush thighs and fluttering beneath her taut stomach. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth hung agape, and the infamous dominatrix of blowjob Alkandra sobbed like a little girl as she pumped ropes of cum all over herself. We all sat on the blanket. A few minutes later all could hear her shout, "he WHAT!?"