The Slaved Virgin Offering のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1071 - チャプター 1080

About the time Justin was rubbing Sarah's bum and butt crack, Marsha had arrived early and was standing in the doorway, watching Justin fondle his sisters' ass. She froze in place as she realized what was transpiring before her very eyes. She stood there watching, as Justin pushed his fingers into his sisters' pussy, and then made her cum. She was a mix of shock, confusion and lust, in that order. She stepped back so she couldn't be seen. Her mind was racing. Should she walk in and demand that they stop what they're doing? Should she leave and come back later when they're finished? The sounds of lust and arousal filled the air. She slowly peaked around the door frame and saw Justin with his hand in Sarah's pussy and a large lump in his pants. Sarah's ass was raised off the massage table, and she was pushing back onto Justin's hand. Marsha's pussy was now leaking into her panties, and her nipples were stiff as pencil erasers. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" she thought. "I can't get

Good girl is seduced by a bad Goth boy.Enjoy..******Christie finished the small container of yogurt she held, still hoping to talk Amber out of her plans for the evening."It will be hot, rowdy and crowded. Wouldn't you rather stay here and give ourselves a manicure? It would be so relaxing. I picked up this gorgeous little pink polish yesterday at a fabulous price and it'd—""No." Amber sighed, rolling her eyes in exasperation. "We are going to the damned Greek festival and that's it. If I have to drag your skinny ass there by your hair, you will come along. There's a beer and booze tent, tons of foreign college guys here for the summer, and we'll all get so drunk we won't remember what we did. It will be fanfuckingtastic! I need to indulge in some Bacchanalian debauchery tonight. My loins require the sacrifice of seminal fluid, and I won't be happy until I get some cock. Now, go change, girl. Twilight approaches and we're... Well... I'm on a mission. And I won't leave you here al

"They say that you've been alone for a long time. That you are confused about what you want in most areas. But there is one area of your life you are very certain about right now." Christie lifted a brow with cynical amusement."Really? What's that?""I'll tell you in the car.""How did you get down here? What about your car?""I live downtown. It was a nice walk.""Well, then—let's go. I can't wait to hear the revelation you have to share with me."They left the festival behind, and walked the two blocks to the compact car she drove. Jacob, true to his word, handed her a small black cylinder containing pepper spray. He opened her door for her, closed it once she was comfortably seated, and then walked around to the drivers' side to climb in and start the engine.Christie felt a bit tense being alone with her handsome dance partner. Reaching forward to switch off the thudding electronic music—compliments of a mix CD of Amber's—she offered him a cautious glance from her seat. He nodded

Their lips met again while one of his hands went between her legs to test her wetness as his other still caressed her jaw and cheek. He then began to circle her clit lightly with his index finger, and she started to squirm against him, trying to push herself onto his fingers. But, just when she got close, he'd pull his hands away."What do you want?" She moaned in frustration, squeezing his shoulders. He could see the longing for penetration in her clear eyes the color of summer storms. "Christie. I won't give it to you. You're going to have to tell me what you want, and then you're going to take it."The expression on her face was priceless. Petulant as a child, she tore her eyes from his and began to hastily unbutton his shirt. Artwork appeared contrasted by his fair skin. A raven tattooed above his navel. An ankh on his upper left arm. A character on his stomach. Some sort of Celtic design on his upper right arm. He was covered in ink, and she wasn't all that surprised to see a rin

Christie stirred in a tangle of candy pink sheets, one dainty foot stretching toward the edge of the bed. When her toes struck something solid and warm, her subconscious gradually relinquished control, as she started awake.Struggling to a sitting position, she stared down at the pale and nude body of Jacob through the flicker and strobe of bluish lightning from the rumbling storm.Like being enveloped by a warm voluptuous mist, her thoughts and flesh recalled the pleasures of the evening. Of steamy and demanding kisses, intense urging by her lover with each act to which she submitted, and of orgasms so all-encompassing she thought she'd cry from pleasure.He slept on his side with his back toward her, his hair beautifully tousled. With great care, she leaned a bit closer to inhale the clean soapy scent of his skin, the movement inciting a sore throb between her legs.The clock on her dresser indicated it was four thirty in the morning as the lulling rain beat against the glass in a g