Her nose wrinkled in a sneer with her curling lip, and then she sighed, and released me. “Yes,” she mumbled begrudgingly, “you are.” “So, you’ll help me?” I asked. Gloria bit her lip, a shining fang protruding threateningly. She nodded, and I smiled. I can’t believe that worked. “Don’t be too pleased with yourself, Your Holiness,” Gloria said, retightening her grip around my cock, “the tradeoff is that now, I get to do whatever I want to you.” “I don’t remember making that deal!” I squeaked as Gloria wetted two fingers between sucking lips. “I don’t give a shit.” She smiled cruelly, spreading my ass cheeks open with a splayed hand as she slid her sheened fingers down my taint. “I am your god!” I said, struggling helplessly, “and I demand you to-” “You’re my bitch,” Gloria sneered, arousal and malevolence mixing in her desi crimson regard, “now moan like one.” It wasn’t very hard for Gloria to make me her bitch. She pushed her middle and ring fingers against the tight aperture of my sphincter, smirked at me a final time, and then drove both digits to the bottom knuckle, and that was it; I was her little bitch. Her elegant penetrators slid through the tight channel of my backdoor, curled against my prostate, and massaged me slowly, maliciously, making me moan like a little man-slut and thrust pathetically into the air. “Look at you,” Gloria whispered, her eyes brimming with lustful control, “a divinity of infinite power, reduced to a whimpering, anal whore with just two fingers. Tera’s not here to save you now, little brother. ” “Don’t start that shit again!” I groaned, rocking on my heels without meaning to. Gloria’s fingers moved in and out gradually, making me feel every curve of her knuckles, and every line of her prints. She stretched me out gently, and pressed indian rose tenderly against my internal organ, moving back and forth until it twitched with sporadic pleasure, forcing my cock to pulse with tortuous need. “Oh, you don’t like incest-play?” Gloria cooed softly, reveling in her power, stroking me possessively with her other hand, “Because I know you do, Your Holiness; I know you love the idea of plowing into your innocent, twin sister. Can you imagine what Willowbud is doing to her now? She might not be so innocent when Bhabhi you meet her. She might be an Sativa anal slut just like her beloved brother.” “Shut up!” I yelled, though I couldn’t stop myself from moaning it through trembling lips, I couldn’t stop myself from shifting and thrusting in the air, I couldn’t stop myself from clenching around Gloria’s penetrating fingers. “Did that upset you?” Gloria laughed, “I’m sorry, Your Holiness; I’ll be a gentle mistress now. You just do what I tell mallu you, and I’ll make everything better.” Gloria slid her body upward, arching her back, looming over me in a graceful curve, a twisted grin corrupting her lush lips. She turned around and straddled me, displaying her leaking slit between fishnet-clad thighs of pale, jiggling succulence, and the tight, pink spokes of her winking anus. The supple domes of her backside neared me, rotating teasingly with the rotation of her penetrating digits, her body defiling me in congruence. Her cheeks enveloped my face, and my nose was filled with the tang of her intoxicating femininity. My lips pressed to her taint, and her lips pressed to my tip. I let myself relax beneath her, give in to her, become hers completely. I wanted to be under her control; I wanted to feel what my mistress would do to me. She bent her penetrating fingers at the middle knuckle, pressing her joints into my sensitive flesh as her fingertips pushed against my prostate, causing my cock to engorge to agonizing levels. I groaned my pathetic need, my hips thrusting weakly, my hands gripping the fatty domes that filled my vision, and spreading. My tongue circled her pink spokes, tasting the delicious sin of her wrong hole. Her mother was the reason Amelia became efficient with daggers and wind magic. Just as she's about to raise her head, Dev pushes it down again, making her choke even harder and spit all over his dick. If I cum, I'm going to aim my dick at your face and cum on it. I stopped dead and Sativa they stopped dead. "Put them on then come back in here." Really though, it’s best to tell him to warn you so you can make the decision on where mallu you want his cum to go.” She is still rubbing my cock, which is now hard as a rock with her delightful fingers stroking it through my pants. Someone else was getting ready for that, also. With him being a head taller than her she fit perfectly in his arms. For although it was a humiliation she just inflicted there, forcing me to react when she squashed my clitoris, as Riyena said she just completed the most important part of my mission. Their greeting was awkward and stilted, again as if both women realized that something was missing. I looked over at Tom. Why did this rose happen to me? Who, or what, was this crazy institute? I couldn’t believe how hot she was for fucking. She had indian slowed down but was still looking around for the phone. "Does it hurt or anything?" Mandy said she is licking out Steve's cum from my pussy. Several other reporters clamored again to ask a question. stick your tongue Bhabhi right out . . . Not every body changes with desi pregnancy the same. It was Mitch's turn to giggle. Donna Marie's knees buckled from the pleasure coursing through her body. My own mother’s got her tongue an inch deep inside my still gaping asshole. She stands up. Each one wearing a very disappointed face.