Zander opened his mouth to say something, but I filled it with my tongue instead. He paused for only a moment before he took me, his hands filling with my ass, my legs locking around his waist, our kiss a devouring of tongues and lips. For I was hungry; so hungry. Zander laid me married on my back. I clenched my thighs around him and spun us over, my hands pinning his shoulders as I straddled on top, not breaking the kiss. guy I’m the one taking control now. A single voice rang in my head. The apprehensive, timid voice of Yavara’s weaker half was gone. The duality of my spirits was gone. Only one voice would echo my thoughts now, the melded voice of my thirty-one incarnations, singing out through my subconscious in a choir of perfect harmony. I reached back, grabbed his cock, and brought it to myself, moaning into his mouth as I eased myself back, taking every inch. The walls of my pussy clenched around him, my juices flowing freely, soaking Zander’s pelvis while he began to thrust. I released him from my kiss to let out a cry of pleasure, the sound high and sonorous, but not weak. Never again. I moved my hips in sync with his thrusts, grinding forward with his entrance and pulling with his exit, my tight lips stretching from me to suck on his withdrawal. His head fell back, a defeated moan singing from him. I laughed at his involuntary reaction to my prowess, his pleasure making me feel powerful. I liked to be used, but there was a thrill in being the controlling partner. I reached backward and pinned Zander’s legs to the bed, grinding without the aid of his thrusts. I watched him submit to me, watched him fill his covetous eyes with the roll of my abdomen, the silky flesh baring the toned shadows of my muscle, all working to please him. His masculine tones excited me, and I increased the ardency of my movements, my undulation devolving into a piston motion, fucking myself with his cock. The smacking sounds of skin ascended through the tent, accompanied by the sounds of our elation. Zander’s hands moved from my hips to my breasts, cupping both and squeezing indian gently. I moaned as his fingers toyed with my nipples, my power-wrought stare softening to allow the new dynamic. Zander sat up and brought his mouth to one of my breasts, taking the nipple while he sank his fingers deep into my flesh. I rested my chin atop his head, running my fingers through his black hair, groaning delectably as he nursed from me, his thick cock driving into me as I wife drove down onto him, my legs tightly wrapped around his hips. He released my breasts and ran his fingers through my hair, taking the back of my head and guiding our faces together. We locked lips and entangled out tongues, exploring each other’s mouths once again. I pulled Zander’s head backward so very that my face was atop his, taking control of the oral embrace. Zander traced his hands down my sides, his thumbs brushing past my nipples as his hands traveled from my chest to my hips. He gripped my cheeks and spread me open, prodding my weak spot with his fingers. Our lips unlocked when Zander sunk two fingers from each hand into me, forcing a slutty moan from my mouth. “I guess somethings never change.” Zander smirked as pulled his hands apart, causing my pussy to gush, eliciting a cry of pleasure. “You bastard.” I smiled back before pushing his face into the bed. “You know,” I said mischievously, “when I was in that body of yours, I remember you enjoying something similar.” Concern shy flashed across Zander’s face as I reached backward. His real name is Keven. The spot had dried but it was slightly white and flaky. She tries the word out a few times as I gently push her onto her back. I love you too baby…” He breathed back softly, so glad he’d made it, married glad that he’d given her such an amazing experience shy and glad that the training was over. She rubbed it against her face, liking the way the rubber slid across guy her skin. She raised her glass and sipped her wine, enjoying it, if not the rest of all this. There were two video cameras. I answered her by plunging my fingers in her flooded womanhood. Mark cracked up laughing. When she got to Jeff’s bedroom door, convinced it would be inside somewhere no doubt pulled off when that big clumsy dog that had barged into her, she paused pressing her ear against the door not wanting to catch Jeff in a compromising situation. I jumped out of the car quickly. “Hi,” I said. You could be dressing like that and fucking guys.” The almighty dropped the ball. "Are you trying to insult her?" She was wearing Chanel no. 5 perfume, indian my favorite. Bright blue eyes. These scenarios were uncomfortable for Laura; she didn't usually watch porn like this, and she wasn't comfortable about being turned on by them. Dikembe walked behind her and cupped her breasts from behind and thrust his groin against Mindy’s back; she could feel his hard cock through his loin cloth. My tongue danced and darted around the crown of his dick. His hands left her body and she immediately heard his belt buckle, followed by his jeans coming down. Rachel rolled her eyes and said, “I’m really sorry. There’s pizza in the kitchen.” With her hands at her sides, she leaned forward and very kissed the head of Michaels cock. Feeling this he bit down on her nipple and pulled it stretching it shooting pain from her nipple to her cunt shoving her over the edge into a cum gushing orgasm making her body shake violently. She bounced into the room, all but running into my arms for a hug and kiss. “I’m Kyle.” The wife door swings open, 'Dave G' is pushed into the room, he falls to the ground. Ask if they knew, don’t push or show disappointment, instead, encourage it. My inner caveman wanted to be fruitful and fill her with baby.