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  • “Yes!” Diamond cried as I pressed my thumb against the base of her tip, bubbling precum from it. I grinned maliciously down at her, savoring the control I had, relishing the submissive expression on her face. “I don’t think your tiny cock can satisfy me. Do you think you deserve to fuck me?” hardcore I sneered, stroking her possessively. Truth be told, Diamond was on the smaller side of average, but she was by no means tiny. I knew men were very sensitive about such trivial things, and I worried for a moment that I’d gone too far, but Diamond absolutely reveled in the degradation. “No, Aunt Lucilla!” Diamond cried, “But I beg you, please take my virginity!” I studied her desperate face with exaggerated imperiousness, my heart beating, my pussy pooling its lust, my need almost overtaking my self-control. I let her antler go, let her head drape over her mother’s shoulder, let her eyes watch me from the bottoms of her whites. Her arms were splayed to her sides, her petite breasts rose and fell with her anticipatory breaths, her cock pulsed and drooled against my cunt, the shaft pushing delectably against my labia, flushed red with desire. I wrapped a gentle hand around her neck, not squeezing, and raised my hips behind me as I dragged the point of her member through my lust. I zeroed-in on my entrance, and broke character for just a moment, giving Diamond a compassionate grin. She broke her submissive façade as well, giving me a lip-biting smile full of excitement, and then I took every inch of her, and wiped the smile off her face. DIAMOND Aunt Lucilla’s insides were hot and wet, constricting around me in a welcoming vice of soft flesh, pulsing with waves of muscle that drew me deeper into her. Her large breasts flattened against my petite ones, their domes glowing with Mom’s energy, whose equally ample bust cushioned against my shoulder blades. Mom nuzzled her face into my neck and breathed her moans as she began thrusting into me, pushing through my insides and compelling me to do the same to Aunt Lucilla. Aunt Lucilla’s domineering expression softened as I invaded her, but she kept her hand wrapped about my throat, letting me know she was still in control, just like I wanted. I didn’t know why my masculine side desired to be subservient to an overbearing woman, but I didn’t question it. The moment Aunt Lucilla climbed atop my body, I knew how I wanted her, and she did not disappoint. Though I drove with the increasingly heated thrusts of my mother, I did not attempt to echo her vehemence. I let Aunt Lucilla dictate how we made love, and she was an expert mistress. She rose to an upright position, straddled across my pelvis, her hand leaving my throat and trailing possessively over my breasts. She watched me from imperious eyes, nose amateur crinkled in a sneer, pink lips quirked devilishly below them. She took a nipple in each hand, squeezed, and twisted. My head fell back, my shoulders pinched together, and my hips shot forward, compelled to thrust out of congruence with my mother, blasting upward into Aunt Lucilla, and coming down to meet Mom’s accelerating thrust. All three of us cried out in response to the change; Mom hissing an approving tone against my ear, Aunt Lucilla flinging her head back and addressing the ceiling, and me, whining pathetically as I was taken by my parents, trapped between their voluptuous bodies as their warmth melded into me. Aunt Lucilla torqued my breasts into spirals of olive flesh, the nipples throbbing between her thumbs and forefingers, the stinging sinking to my chest, persuading me to thrust just how she wanted, a toy her for use, a puppet for her entertainment. She rode me like a cowgirl on a bucking bronco, balancing with the expertness of experience. Her hips shifted in an alluring pattern; one rising, one falling, one cheek bulging behind her, the other dropping. Her abdomen stretched and clenched, the patterns drawn across it highlighting the subtle lines of Indian muscle beneath her silky complexion, her fiery canvas growing brighter with each thrust from mother, and then me. Her imperious glare, the sneer across her lips, the avarice in her eyes, all began to change as we moved with deeper, harder motions. When they finally broke apart for a moment, Beth felt her head spinning somewhat, whether from the drinks she had been drinking or the kiss her brother gave Indian her; she didn’t know. “Yes, I trust you and no, I know you would never intentionally hurt me, but please, not tonight ok. Just make love to me the other way” Denise pleaded. Carsina slammed the hammer into the other hand, smashing back the bastard's clawed fingers, protecting me. She tightened around me and I felt a warm gash of her juices coating my dick. She watched for a few moments with her eyes wide and her mouth open. “Well, you’re a good-looking guy. "LINSEY! Tom’s dick was balls deep inside her. They fucked hard, they sighed and moaned along with the box spring, and Bobby’s dick hardcore moved very little inside Bree’s sexy slot. “But. I sat with Daniel and Katie, Jax close by chatting with Ben. Bella also was caught up in the moment, “Oh God, please take my dress off and make love to me. Your cock is so amateur hard. We don't want to raise them here I assume."