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This time, I didn’t moan. This time, I let out a cry of delight as the feeling surged through my nethers. Her fingers pressed harder against my spot, her lips sucked with more voracity, and an exhilarating rush of euphoria expanded within me. Holy shit, this girl is making me come! ANGELA I always considered myself to be heterosexual. I mean, I didn’t really know what my sexuality was, but I assumed that if I were alive, I’d like men. Now, I still might have a disposition for penis, but this pussy… well, it ain’t bad. Justina was delicious. I tasted her desire leaking into my mouth, and permeating its flavor into my throat. I grinned up at her as I twisted her clit between my sucking lips, watching in pride as the woman’s face became a portrait of ecstasy. I made her moan, whimper, and scream, and her weak, feminine tones only made me hunger for more. My invading fingers pressed along her ceiling, and I zeroed-in on her weak spot. It was easy to find; the face she made when I touched it, the convulsions that wracked her when I pressed onto it, and the flexing nature of her abdomen when I rubbed it, were all the evidence I needed. Watching her pleasure flourish from my hand and mouth made my arousal grow, and I grinded my thighs together beneath myself, almost feeling the skin that should be there, but the sensation eluded me. It was maddening, to be able to feel the parts of my body that touched Justina, but not the parts that seemed to scream with unfulfilled need. The frustration only compelled me to eat the woman with more passion, and I pressed my face harder against her delightful, tender petals. The connection between Justina and myself became stronger with each passing second. It was as if she was somehow sharing her capacity to feel with me. Her pleasured face looked down at me; her luscious lips falling agape and quirking in a wondrous smile, her big, violet eyes shining with astonishment, and her brow furrowed and creased with lines about her smooth forehead. Her chest heaved in bouts of pleasure, and her petite, cute breasts jiggled softly with her lustful expirations. A sheen of glistening sweat glowed from her tan form, and her spread legs began to twitch with sporadic convulsions. She was coming. I hummed a low, growling moan as I sucked her parts deeper into blowjob my mouth, toying her sensitive bead with the tip of my tongue as my lips puffed around her. She started to pant like a bitch; her breaths short and sputtering, interrupted by manic laughs of pure delight. Her abdomen twitched in a chorus of convulsions, and she threw her head back and screamed as a fountain of juices splashed through my ethereal figure. And then, I saw something. A connection, a line of energy, running from my mind to hers. I saw it clear as day; a blue, spiraling, flame of rope that bridged our very selves. I could feel its magnetic pull on my temples, and I knew I had to charge up it. So, I did. I focused all the will of my being, and launched my consciousness into hers. My ghostly body vanished behind me, and I drove my essence into the center of her mind. BRANDON Tera left my cock with a parting kiss, strings of precum bridging her luscious lips and my tip. She smiled up at me as she rose, planted her palms on my thighs and slid her perfect form up my torso. Her ample, succulent breasts squished against my Big Boobs chest, her toned abdomen stretched and flattened against my belly, and her thick thighs spread around my waist and squeezed softly. Her british hands reached behind me and clasped gently together across the back of my neck, her long, elegant fingers trailing pleasantly through the hair behind my ears. Every part of me she touched melted into a casting relaxed, weakened state, Hardcore save for the tension between my legs that only grew tighter. “Are you ready to become a man?” she smiled down at me, her voice a melody of sweet lust. Her forehead touched mine, and her violet, sparkling eyes shone their excitement into my own. I could only grin back stupidly. “You know, you can touch me,” she whispered, crinkling her nose affectionately as she smirked, “I’m not a display at a museum.” I reached behind her, and rested my palms on the fat of her ass. She quite liked the tropical hardwood in Alice's Art-Deco styled office back british home, but she wasn't Hardcore so casting keen on seeing it so up close here. I will be here when you wake up again, but first, eat this.” Feeling more relaxed than I had in ages, I got out of the bath. Now I could see the dark but clean-shaven folds of her mature pussy somewhat in the dim red light of the small light bulb in her bedroom. “Mind telling me what you’re talking about?” I walk up the stairs and up to the third floor. Her hands felt good on my shoulders, I reached behind my head and lifted my hair clear, she did my neck. “David, I never knew what love felt like until I met you and Jill. Our hands caress each others blowjob bodies as our tongues start to search each others mouths. I locked my legs around her hips, pressed my heels into her supple ass, and pulled her deeper into me. “You have a quota to fill, Sergeant.” I whispered, my hands traversing the splendid muscles of her back, “You’re not permitted to stop until I’m overflowing.” I had to hear it from Tina a few minutes ago. Master motioned to Gina to push the button to open the door. I asked what about the audience but she just smiled and squeezed my cock and said she wants this in her now! 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