บททั้งหมดของ The Slaved Virgin Offering: บทที่ 271 - บทที่ 280

After a few moments of soft, slow movement, Madri added her thumb to the equation. While Madri continued to curl her finger, but she was also swirling her thumb on Erika's clit. The feeling was intense. Erika's leg's shook as Madri's damp finger slid over her aching, rigid clit. And Madri started sucking harder on Erika's breast at the same time, sucking more and more milk out of Erika's tit. And she kept moving faster and faster. Erika's head was swimming and she no longer cared if she was moaning loudly.Suddenly, Madri stopped sucking on Erika's nipple. Erika looked over at the doctor, but as she did so, Madri leaned in and kissed her. Erika's eyes closed as she felt Madri's soft lips, warmed from her breast, pressed against her own. At first it was a gentle, chaste kiss, even as Madri's fingers kept relentless and agonizingly wonderful pressure on her pussy. Then Erika felt Madri's hot tongue press against her lips and she opened her mouth accommodate it. When her mouth opened, Ma

She sighed a little to herself and considered for the 10 millionth time that maybe she'd overreacted to her stepfather. It wasn't like he'd done anything illegal to her. He was just a dick to live with and her mother was so weak and obnoxious. But it might have been better to stick it out two years and go to college. She had the grades for it, maybe even good enough to get into college. But that was a dead dream now. It wasn't ever going to happen. This, stealing and eating cold spagehetti-o's was her present and her future.She felt that she'd scoped the place out pretty well. There was a stockboy, two cashiers, a guy at the deli counter, a lady fall asleep at the butcher's table, and a manager cycling around somewhere. Everyone seemed to be pretty still and there were plenty of customers walking around (and trying not to pay any attention to the poor girl from out of town), to keep everybody busy.Now, some people might have been less cautious about their shop lifting, but Allie pri

"If you are so hungry, I will give you something to eat," Erika said. And with that Erika knelt down on top of Allie. She put her knees tightly on either side of Allie's head. Allie could smell Erika's pussy even as the hem of Erika's skirt was just touching her face. In a moment, Erika's pussy was just an inch from Allie's nose. Despite the fact that her entire head was now covered by Erika's skirt, it was not so dark that Allie couldn't see that Erika was wearing no panties. This was about the last thing that Allie had expected when the petite manager had demanded that she follow her to the back room. Allie was almost dazed by her inability to comprehend what was occurring.Allie tried to squirm away from Erika, but the manager's knees held her tight. At the same time, Erika bent forward, putting her hands on Allie's knees. Doing so pushed Erika's pussy hard into Allie's face. Allie could feel the woman's heat and her juices smeared on Allie's nose. Allie squirmed harder, but could

Mother teaches her son that growing up can be a good thing.Enjoy...************I still vividly remember when all of the trouble started with my son, Anthony, Jr. I remember it, in part, because it was my son's 12th birthday.No, I didn't start sleeping with him when he was 12, you perverts! Yes, I have slept with my son, but that was years later when he was 22 and...look, we are getting ahead of ourselves here. Let me go back.It was my son's 12th birthday when my husband, we called him Big Anthony, left. I was a relatively young mother for someone with a 12-year-old, only 32. My husband was older, 45. I guess I had always known that Big Anthony was sort of resentful about Anthony Jr. He wasn't planned. This whole marriage wasn't planned. Big Anthony worked part-time for my dad at his garage when I was a teen. I started sleeping with him right after my 18th birthday. I got pregnant quick and he, a divorced father of three already, married me to keep my dad from killing him. There w

"I swear ever since that night, it was like Anthony Jr. just stopped growing up," I was saying to my neighbor, Joanne, sitting on the front porch of my home. It was the same home I had lived in when my husband had walked out. But it was ten years later now and I was making the payments on the house."I grew up pretty quick after that. I know I was 32, but I wasn't...I'd never been responsible for anything really before. After that, I just... I knew that I needed to do what was necessary to take care of my son. I got a job and I went back to school and finished getting my bachelor's. I realized, when I was doing everything myself, just how little Big Anthony had been doing in the first place. And, you know, the resources I had in myself that I hadn't even realized I had," I said. Joanne nodded along as I spoke. I wasn't bragging or anything. It wasn't like we lived in a mansion or that I was making six figures. But I had, rather quickly, gotten my life in order."You could stand to do