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It was turquois instead of lavender, like my father’s mark had been. “What’s her name?” my blonde voice was air. “Lillypetal.” Jericho replied. “How old?” “A little younger than you, Your Holiness.” “Kiss me like I’m your Lillypetal.” I whispered the words from trembling lips, more of a plea than a command. My pupils stared from the tops of wide, black eyes; fearful, shy, but hoping. I tasted his breath, felt the seal of his mouth part against mine, felt his stubble graze my cheeks as his body encased my own. His lips pressed softly, his tongue touched me tenderly, cautiously, like a father succumbing to the body of his daughter. Like how my father had kissed me before the end. They moved on me, and I let myself grow weak against them, let their strength surround me, their hands sliding softly, respectfully, lovingly. Rough palms caressed my bare arms, slid under the straps of my dress, trailed down the length of my spine. Calloused fingers grazed the silky flesh doggy style of my thighs, their forearms creating tents of my skirt. I quivered at their touch, breathing soft moans of apprehension into Jericho’s mouth, feeling every-bit the teenage virgin Sister Julia had dressed me as. And I loved it. Oh, did I love that fear that only comes with youth; that fear that’s equal parts exhilaration and terror. That fear that had been robbed from Willowbud. From Blowjobs me. “Are you ready, Your Holiness?” Tom’s husky voice on the back of my neck, his hands stopping below the fold where thigh met glute. “Call me Willowbud.” I whispered into Jericho’s mouth. “Are you ready, Willowbud?” Jericho asked, lips smiling affectionately, hand cupping my cheek. I tilted my head into his touch, creating a pillow of his palm, exposing the slender length of my neck so that Damian could lovingly brush my hair behind my ear, revealing the choker necklace that hugged my throat. “Yes.” I barely spoke the words through tremoring lips. Their hands moved, two still laced with mine, the other four sliding between cheeks, parting thighs, gripping fat, and spreading. Wetted fingers pushed slowly into my ass, three digits separated my petals, two hands held me open as I tightened my grip around the other two. “Just breathe, Willowbud.” Jericho’s kindly voice, “We would never hurt you.” “Relax.” Tom’s voice in my ear now, “We’ll make you feel like a woman.” “Like our little girl, all grown up.” Damian assured me as his fingers explored my rectum. sperm I whimpered as the aching pleasure expanded in my nethers, creating molasses of my muscles, turning me into a creature of reluctant languidness. My legs grew weak, and with a soft cry, I fell into a chair of forearms and gripping hands, my back relaxing against a chest, my head resting on a shoulder. Tom’s fingers massaged me slowly from the inside, stretching my pussy with gradual presses of his fingertips, whispering soft nothings in my ear while his ecstasy turned my pelvis into jelly. Hands moved the dress off my shoulders, exposing caramel flesh, readied for pressing lips. My head tilted back as my bodice slid from my breasts, and the air tickled my erect nipples. Jericho’s hands released my spread glutes, navigated the curves of my waist, slid up my clothed belly, and gently gripped my jutted chest. He took my left nipple into his mouth, then my right; sucking gently, drawing me to aching cum nodes, coercing pleasant sobs from my parted lips. “Please.” I whimpered, “Please take me!” “Where do you want us to please you?” Jericho asked, tilting my chin forward with his hand. Tina didn't hesitate this time. “She said that I blonde should come and see you, and maybe you would do things to me too. She held my cock with one hand as she lowered her body down on to it. Dee started to protest but again she realised it would be futile. "Speaking of eating..." She dashed at the door, but Jeffrey grabbed her. The feel of her doggy style little tits against his chest and the feel of her firm ass in his hand had given him a hardon and then when she told about seeing him and Ann fucking, well that was it now was the time. We get up and after we shake hands, she leans in and gives me a quick peck cum on cheek, “I wanted to speak to you... in private.” Her smile grew larger. "Put it in! Why did you push her. "I got a job at the tanning salon Sandy goes to, and she wasn't shy about walking around naked in the back, even when there were men back there. I woke her gently, and told her to sit at the table. Bill you get my pussy. Because I was focused again, I took the fourth set quickly. I took a deep breath and pushed wide. “Babe, do you know where my new pair of red panties went?” I asked, taking the last of the laundry out of sperm the basket and folding it. I didn’t like our basement and avoided it to go there. I tried to reason with her but - away from the others - she was head-strong and clever. Now, more confused than ever, Britney guzzled the first glass of water and was now about to have to do a second one if she didn't start to pee really fast. It was enough to dampen my panties slightly just as I finally fell asleep. I was checking for phone Blowjobs notifications. She just loves to live life to its fullest. “…In fact,” as my tone softened again, “you were conceived right over there.” I pointed to the set of rocks that we had just eaten lunch at. 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