I spread my legs as I licked my daughter's piercing again. I played with that ring, loving how it would dazzle upon her. “Mom,” she whimpered. The tattoo artist's cock indian drove into my cunt in a single, hard plunge. My married pussy squeezed down on his girth. I shuddered at his side and whimpered as his balls smacked into my clit. I latched onto my daughter's nub, sucking hard as he drove his dick in and out of my pussy. Pleasure rushed through Hardcore me, my hips undulating from side to side. I stirred his cock around inside of my twat, my adulterous cunt rejoicing at the thick feel of his dick in me. It was incredible. I whimpered about my daughter's nipple. I sucked on it so hard. “Oh, my God, Mom!” Precious moaned, her face twisting in pleasure. “Yes, yes, that's good. Maybe... Maybe these are nice!” “That's it,” the tattoo artist groaned. “Make sure your daughter's pierced nipples are perfect,” he growled. “Damn, how small is your husband's dick? You are tight.” I shuddered, my mouth full of my naughty daughter's nipple so I couldn't answer him. The tattoo artist's dick was huge. "You seam quite used to being in that position Vestus and should make a decent bitch eventually. She tightened it, Hardcore the dildo bobbing before her. I guess that’s why parents encourage their kids to join extracurricular clubs and have friends and stuff. That wasn't the current me. I was a different version, but in me was the potential to choose to risk my relationship with Steve for my own pleasure. “Saturday: naked, no matter what happens you can’t use a single piece of indian cloth” One of the CG boys opens the door. “Agent Wade, what do you think about the Chateau?” I ask her. My gaze lifted to meet his. “How can I help you?” the polite woman, a blonde in her forties, asked. “Damn, that mutha-fucka phat.” Juice commented. We all raised our glasses and wished each other a Merry Christmas. Peter grinned to himself. I want you to pound me just like that.