The princess growled through gritted teeth, spit leaking from the corners of her mouth as Brandon’s Hardcore hand stretched her to its maximum girth, and then came out. Her scream waned and sputtered, her body lurching as though cut from a great tension. Lucilla’s hole relaxed into a pathetic contraction that didn’t close, her body shuddering in abject relief. “Push.” Tera whispered, and Lucilla complied, her pelvic floor popping with her exertion. She pushed, relaxed, and pushed again, the crease between her glutes distending, indenting, and distending again, her hole opening, constricting, and opening again with each effort. Tera worked the sides of the princess’s gape with deep, circling massages, and teen Lucilla’s ruined innards did the succubus’s bidding. They bulged from the flushed hole for a moment, a shy coil peaking from its home, and then came flowing out of her, flowering into a glistening rosebud of deep red. Lucilla melted into her master’s arms, grateful moans flowing from her lips, her body languid with euphoric exhaustion. “Oh my god!” she sobbed, “That feels so good! Please Master, please touch me there!” “Patience, Your Highness.” Tera chuckled, “Now that I have taught you, you must practice. Fingering Astrid, would you care to help the Bound One perfect her craft?” Lucilla looked excitedly over at me, and all I could do was smile back. She rolled her body off Brandon’s lap, and into mine, sliding downward, licking her lips. Tera contorted herself in a marvelous display of flexibility, straddling Brandon as she stooped her back low, her stomach level with her spread thighs, her face level with Lucilla’s perked-up backside. Tera’s rosebud was shining purple from her plump, bronze cheeks, a creation of my own making, and Brandon ran his fingers through it as I slid my hand down his pants, and grasped the thing we’d all so rudely been neglecting. I felt his hard heat seep into my palm as I felt Lucilla’s tongue slide down the length of my taint, teasingly nearing the hole she’d soon be defiling. Her face disappeared below my pelvis, and anal her tongue pushed inside Hairy me. I moaned a lazy, blissful tone, dropped my head into the Life Giver’s lap, wrapped my lips around him, and did what I did better than anyone else. JUSTINA Diamond stiffened beneath me, the opposite of what she should’ve done. Diamond should’ve been putty against my form, all grasping hands and needful moans. Something wasn’t right. I carefully lifted myself, wondering why it hadn’t worked, wondering what was wrong with me. “Holy shit!” a familiar voice sputtered from Diamond’s mouth, “I am sick of living in the heads of girls who fuck their mothers!” “Angela?!” I stared dumbfoundedly into familiar blue eyes, “Oh my god, Angela!” I hugged her, my lust completely gone, only the joy in seeing my old friend taking me now, “I missed you so much!” “Justina,” indian Angela hissed, “get your tail out of my ass!” “Yes, I do, but now you don’t need to worry about Diane, she’s going to be with Mom,” I tell her. She was Hairy trim and petite with a cute, eager Hardcore face and an absolutely impressive set of tits. Jack looked down at the table. She watched as Lesslie brought indian the flogger in an upward swing and hit her square on her pussy. My head is telling me to push this to the limit. He was totally inside of her teen and she could feel him deep within her colon. Fingering anal Vanished in a single moment. My furry tail caressed her tits and hard nipples. He asked April where her new hubby was. I was practically naked.