Her Master’s hands clamped his hands on her shoulders, strong, gripping her. I leaned in and brushed my nose against hers, nuzzling it like I had when she was a child. My husband, stroking his thick beard, stared at her with such hunger, his eyes flicking down her body. Not your pathetic, little cock! She’s a woman. Do whatever I tell you.”
“I do trust you, Mom,” she said as her black hair spilled about her pale face. Dianne was a spiteful woman. He nodded his head, his cheeks going pink with a boyish flush. How long before he lost control of his lusts? Let me see that hunky, young body!”
My pussy clenched about his dick as he ripped off his shirt. Never feel ashamed for your body’s pleasures!”
A slight tingle rippled across my thoughts.
