I grunted, wondering if giving birth might have a similar feeling to my mother forcibly withdrawing her clenched fist completely from my cunt. I had but scant seconds to ponder the comparison though, before she reversed her motion, thrusting her hand back into the quivering cavern of my twat and sinking herself just short of elbow deep in her daughter’s vaginal embrace. I gasped, feeling my hips begin to swivel in response. She rotated her fist, left then right, a circular grinding motion that caused an irresistible shudder to arise from deep within the far depths of my inflamed little pussy. She pulled back and fully out, ample lubrication from my twat now glistening along the length of her arm. My vaginal lips gaped, opening easier this time as they flared to allow the passage of her fist. My pussy was an open grotto, a fleshy cavern in desperate need of filling. Mother rewarded me with a hard thrust, driving her fist in deep. My hips bucked, meeting her halfway. I felt the crook of her arm snug up tight in the crack of my ass as she buried her sensuous fist elbow-deep in my twat. The mental image sent me over the edge. I howled with lust, the fleshy folds of my profanely overstretched twat exploding into a spasm. I shrieked, mindlessly cycling my hips in a frenzy of motion, fucking myself onto my mother’s arm. The orgasmic convulsions in my snatch reached indian a fevered pitch and I flailed out of control. Only my mother’s fist securely embedded in my frantically clutching cunt kept me from slipping off the desk and onto the floor in a quivering heap of wrung out pleasure. Mother twisted her wrist, back and forth in a seemingly tireless motion, launching me into second orgasmic fit just as the first was couple beginning to fade. My sides heaving in desperation I moaned like a whore and felt a violent tremor shiver through my entire body, spreading from the core of my cunt and spreading to all extremities until even my vision began to fade to grey. After a few moments I regained my senses, hearing only the sound of my desperate panting for breath. I felt a vague stretching sensation, realizing that it was my mother’s loving fist slipping from the cavernous fuck slot of my cunt. “Oops,” she intoned. I slowly turned my head, gazing back at her with glazed, unfocused eyes. She wore a curious expression, glancing from her bare hand, to my loins, and then back at her hand. “I think I may have lost your panties in there somewhere,” she admitted. I moaned as she slipped her hand back inside me, carefully prospecting the homemade depths of my wrecked vaginal fuck cannel for the mysteriously missing undies. Suddenly her thoughtful expression brightened with a look of victory and she withdrew, displaying the elusive lacy pink delicates, dripping wet and limp like a sopping wash rag. I sighed with relief as a post-orgasmic shudder trembled through me, glad that I didn’t have to go digging after them myself. As Mother deposited the dripping wad of twat-soaked panties on the desk, I sank slowly to the carpet, a fit of giggles overcoming me as I curled myself into a fetal position. Mother wasn’t having any of this self-indulgent beautiful nonsense however. “On your feet,” she commanded, her tone betraying irritation that she should even have to tell me. On unsteady legs I stood, resuming my position desi bent across her desk. She walked across the office, inspecting a nearby bookcase, scanning the shelves for a particular item of interest. “No...” I moaned, knowing full-well what instrument of evil dwelled in a sacred place between her reference books on law. Such thoughts entertained her until she was dropped onto a ledge. What she didn't know, was that I was eagerly waiting for her blouse to come out of her shorts so that she could do some cartwheels for me. She finished on both sides and sat back with her legs spread (on purpose?). But... "Fuck me; I've never wanted to fuck my mom more than right now. "Honestly, I can't even think about food right now. The pleasure spilled through me as his jizz flooded my cunt. Although he was looking thoughtfully at the scribble, he didn’t continue. She felt amazing. “I know” she said. They drove to Dawn's apartment in silence as Anita was in deep thought on how much she was going to get in the slave auction and Sandy was thinking about the many humiliating tasks her mistress might give her. You are a masterpiece. You are ‘The Destroyer,’ after all, so why haven’t you killed me? To save Willowbud? She sits naked in a Chokwa man’s lap. “You left him after putting a love spell on Shlee,” Mandy piped in next. “I'm not someone who likes violence or guns,” I said. She slowed down her shaft stroking, but increased the pressure of her hand, squeezing and stroking. When I used my thumbs to rub her hard nipples, she let out a low moan, “Ummm”. I reached down and lifted her up by her arms, forcing desi her to abandon the blow job. Anna drifts slowly, her body is heavy, She can hear Allan but cant find him. "I'm pretty sure that's what's left of my G-spot. both above and below her tummy. Leah felt every muscle relax. All you have to do is be with me.” I was fucking straight, but I couldn’t help feeling mixed emotions and I couldn’t help being sexually curious when it came to him. She pressed her nakedness on top of mine, our breasts squishing delectably, our bellies forming a layer of warmth, our thighs interlocked, and our homemade members pressing together, throbbing their desire. It was amazing. “Yeah, she said as long as it’s not a school night. “I want you to.” indian I sighed like, seconds before she very beautiful softly pushed her lips against mine. “Rub you and stroke you and do naughty things to you. As he spanked, he spoke. It wasn’t nearly as big or intense as before, but it was spectacular in it’s own right. On top, a saw a piece of paper. Ray is gorgeous too. “Just couple a nap James. Then, "Are you going to have sex with us?