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She did not want to stop Jean at all, and Jean was given full privilege to exploit her in whichever way she wanted. After a few minutes of fondling with her breasts, Jean slid her hand into Marie’s lower. She taped the most sensitive part gently with her fingers and then rubbed it. That is when Marie let out a soft moan which gave Jean a green signal to keep doing it. Marie placed her hands on Jean’s buttock and squeezed it. Within a few minutes, both of them were lying naked on the bed and taking turns to play with each other’s bodies.

groaned Keily as she rubbed at her virgin twat. "I'm going to fuck your asshole with this Pink Anal Delight!" I groaned, grabbing a dildo out of my bag. It was a slender, pink shaft design for anal masturbation. "And while I'm doing that, my dick is going to be slamming into your virgin pussy. I'm going to pump your snatch full of all my seed. Just like I did to your mother." "Thank you, Mr. Miller!" Keily squealed and hugged me. She rubbed her small breasts on my chest as the girl kissed me.

Never having been intimate with another woman, I had never had the opportunity to look closely at someone else's pussy. Perhaps sensing my shyness or hesitation, Clara reached down and delicately parted her labia invitingly. My eyes drank in the sight of her gleaming pink folds, noticing their resemblance to flower petals. The opening of the dark tunnel between them was in motion, slightly closing and then opening again. Her two fingers pulled upwards on her pussy lips, revealing a tiny hole above her vaginal opening. And just above that opening, I could see the pink, pulsating rod of her clit, with its hood pulled back. Her musky scent tantalized my nostrils as I moved my face closer. I kne

He stripped me naked, then backed away looking at my nakedness. "Beautiful Claire, love your naked pussy. Look so fucking edible, so pink and ripe and it smells so fucking delicious. I want your pussy and have you for hours and make you come over and over again. I have this fetish with a soft pink baby cunt like yours. Come, where's your room."

Give me just another half an hour; then she shall be screaming it over and over again. I take but a moment to admire her. Her pussy has small and thin lips; she is compact and ever so tight. There is nothing but a tiny strip that leads you to her most desirable part. Her lips are a lovely rose pink, and god, how surprisingly wet she is. Her sweet softness and the deep intensity of her wetness sends an undeniable ache to my throbbing erection that is dripping on the inside of my thigh.

I cried loudly, trying to roll my eyes forward, but the pleasure was consuming me, wrecking into every nerve in my body. “God…” I cried, but Zaydeen’s hand found my hair, and he gripped it, forcing me to stare down at my pussy. “No, kitten. It’s not God. It’s me. I am the one using this vibrator on you. So stare at your pussy. Stare at the beautiful pink hole and tell me what you see.” My eyes managed to roll forward, and I stared at my pussy through the haze of my vision. It was so pink, and my pussy… my pussy was dripping with slimy juice.

But she ditched me. But not this time because this time I'll make her mine. It's been almost 7 years now. She was 15 at that time and I was a hungry soul who was thirsty for her sexy curvy body. Her pink pussy and red nipples are mine to lick, mine to suck and mine to fuck. Aaah .... Pashika . . . … End Of POV:- That man was stroking himself. He needed to release his seeds. He was imagining Pashika in his arms and playing with her breasts and nipples.

My light pink pussy that was almost dripping wet now. As I lay there with a nervous grin, Ace began to suck on my pussy. I gasped, lifted my hips, and grabbed the back of his head to press his face into my pussy. Ace began sucking and massaging my clit with his tongue. While I held my head and ground my pussy into his face. Ace took off his pants, finally releasing his hard, throbbing cock from its cage.

He wondered how all them live in such a small house. Suddenly, one of her daughters came out of the room. She was very tall and had had her hair trimmed and dyed pink. She wore a short gown that was almost transparent, and her lips were painted red to match the red gown she was wearing. Richard was so surprised at her appearance that he couldn't stop looking at her. "What are you looking at?" She asked when she noticed him. "I'm sorry," Richard replied. "Please Suzan, don't you know that he's my guest," Mama Ruth interfered. "Whatever," she said and is walked out.