But now her brother's pussy juice soaked member, was abusing arab her mouth. She struggled not to gag amd throw up, fearful of any punishment that could follow. She struggled as he now held her head tight against his pubic bone, cutting off one of life's essential elements, air. But between the abuse, the cock shoved down her throat and his fingers on her nipple, her third orgasm ripped through her body, as she squirted on the floor amd eyes rolled back. She hit the ground with a thud. turkish Passed out for the second time today, but this time due to abuse and the most satisfying orgasm she'd ever had. Not that she would give him the satisfaction of telling him. He stood over her, looking at her naked body, spit dripping down his cock, balls, and any other body part between his waist and floor, mixing with pussy cum on floor and satisfying the incest rapist to near orgasmic levels. As she regained consciousness, Erica realized she was face down ass up and prayed that her forbidden tunnel would not be next. Erica was relived as he pushed back into her snatch, with deep, hard thrusts. Carpet burns were forming on her tits and face as he reached around and ripped the other clamp off of her nipple. Her pubic harlir matted with indian her juice, and the pain and pleasure made her release another orgasm. With that one, Mike felt his balls tighten and rope after rope of cum shot into her unprotected cunt. His twitching cock slowly deflating, and a hard couple of smacks to her ass, and it was over. They both lay motionless on the floor. Erica sobbing, Mike in pure jubilation. He untied her after snapping a few pictures, took her phone and looked at her and without missing a beat, said "Go clean up slave whore. You are not done being punnished, and you are now all mine!" 'What the morrow will bring' Sunday morning, Jennifer made us breakfast. Over coffee, She told me how unhappy she was with her school. Apparently, they didn't believe amateur girls should aspire to careers in technology, but should, instead, become good supportive wives of the men who did. The first to hear her moan as a man took her. I did not care. It was about 5:30 p.m. when we had gotten done taking photos and I had about three Sloe Gin Fizzes indian in me already. My flexes and gentle turkish pressures at our points of contact increase on a gradient, becoming amateur self-indulgent. “I should have known the little slut needed some private tutoring,” he growled. It was impossible to say if it felt as good as it had when he fantasized about it, but it looked better than he'd ever imagined. He wasn't scheduled to arab come back until the middle of next week. That was all I needed from her now. My sore face was rubbing against the carpet as he drove into me. I had been fucked in the butt many times over the last few weeks but this one felt different, it was focused and brutal. “I saw a Watt engine in Munchen,” Ekaterina admitted, “It seemed so manly and strong!” “It was fun to make.” “Ok then, where do you live?” I asked. As his hands moved towards her, she added, "Start from the bottom." Bonnie and my sisters quickly raced over to join my mother to help her out of her clothes. “Baby girl!” Daddy grunted and buried into me. “Yes!” This is making me really hot so I spread my legs a little. “oh baby we are just getting started.” He seethed