روايات وقصص ضمن Mommy Long Legs Vore

Her hands are in my hair and her legs are around my waist as I move towards the wall kissing her like my life depends on it. I move away and trail kisses on her body slowly kneeling before her. “You’re so beautiful,” I whisper as I look up and find her staring down at me. I insert a finger and find her dripping wet making my eyes darken. I brush against her clit and I take it she approves by the way that she grips my hair. I move in and out of her slowly adding another finger until I’m stretching her. “Oh yes! Theo please!” She screams making me smirk victoriously.

She was gone for that long and she doesn't even know, I'm worried about her, but I'm too afraid to show it. I didn't notice she was only wearing a shirt that's almost showing her butt until her mom said so. I looked at the pack warriors and their eyes were filled with lust as they stare at her beautiful white legs, I got so annoyed at the way they looked at her so I sent them away.

She was also more than a little envious of her mom's big, full tits topped with huge erect nipples. Andy grabbed Leslie's ankles and, pulling them up and apart, pulled her thighs wide open. Without missing a beat, Andy drove his big cock deep into his wife's sloppy cunt. He started a slow fuck rhythm and Leslie reached up with both hands to squeeze her tits and roll her big nipples around in her hands. Jenn's pussy was throbbing from the scene in front of her; her mom's legs spread into a "V" in the air as her stud step-dad poured his thick cock into her stretched out pussy. Once again, Jenn knew she had to give into her lust and slipped her hand into her bikini bottom. She slipped a finger

Mom had on the white robe she would wear over her bathing suit, telling him she had indeed been by the pool. The robe was short under normal circumstances, but the way it had ridden up as she lay there made it far more revealing. Her long legs, the legs that had landed her stocking and short skirt gigs in her younger years were exposed almost up to her hips. Craig's eyes wandered length of her legs, admiring not just their shape, but the deep tan she had gotten spending most of her free time in or by the pool over the summer. Mom's left leg was bent at the knee and Craig couldn't avoid staring at the skin of her inner thigh.

Thirty years. Three full decades since that stormy night when Lila Voss had been claimed against the heavy oak door. She was now fifty-four, a living embodiment of absolute submission and fertile divinity. Mother of thirteen children. Her body had ripened into something almost mythical — massive, heavy breasts that constantly leaked sweet milk, wide, child-bearing hips, and a soft, rounded belly that proudly displayed the evidence of her life’s devotion. The gold-and-diamond collar around her throat sparkled like a crown, matched by the delicate chains that adorned her pierced nipples and clit.

Maybe it was the way the water poured over her nylon legs, making them shiny and slippery. Without heels, Mom's an inch shorter than me. She wrapped her arms around my waist and hugged me. Her glorious breasts pressed into my chest. My cock was rock hard and sprung directly out from my body. It sat in that little Toblerone triangle just below her pussy. She closed her legs over my shaft and rocked her hips back and forth. The delicate nylon of her Couture pantyhose slid deliciously along its length. Then she would gently squeeze it. Her juices, fresh from a monumental orgasm, were still dripping out, coating my shaft. I was in heaven.

He stood and headed upstairs, but his phone screen lit up just then. Face up, right on the edge of the coffee table. One glance was all it took. Clara. The message was a single line: "My stomach's bothering me. The baby keeps kicking." My nails dug hard into my palms to keep from laughing out loud. So she'd planned the pregnancy, too. No wonder she'd been brazen enough to send me those photos and videos. This wasn't provocation — it was a power play. She probably figured that once she was carrying Adrian's child, his blind devotion would guarantee her the title of Mrs. Blackwood.

I don't know how life would be without these fools. "Quick question honey but did you use protection." Lena asked. She is the mama bear of the squad. "Yes, mama. We used protection." "That's great I just wanted to make sure I wasn't going to become an aunt any time soon." "What you hate kids?" Chelsea asked playfully shoving her. Lena slapped her hand off her shoulders and looked back at me giving me that serious scary mama look the one that my mama even never gave me. "Don't get me wrong barbie doll. I love kids and all kids love me.

Which was ironic, considering she was talking to a monster. "Woman," Valerius growled, though his eyes kept darting to the chocolate. "Do not speak to the Wolf King. I will eat you first." "You're not hungry for me," Mom said, standing up. She was a small woman, barely five-foot-four. She had to stand on her tiptoes to reach up toward the towering werewolf. "You're just hungry. Low blood sugar makes boys cranky. Jack was the same way when he was six."

More a wraith that I barely noticed coming and going. I worked my hands higher and higher up Mom's legs. I passed her knees to her thighs. She groaned louder, spreading her legs wider. Her pussy lips parted more. I could see into her pink depths. Juices beaded along them. The sweet musk of her pussy filled my nose. How delicious.