She licked her lips, her tawny hair shifting in the wind blowing through our camp. I groaned, loving this moment of trampling societal taboos. Sex I stroked her back as I drifted off to sleep. I groaned, feeling the way she worked her pussy on my dick, squeezing, clenching, relaxing, the skill. He swept in past my bedmaid, thrusting her to the side. I groaned, feeling the way she worked her pussy on my dick, squeezing, clenching, relaxing, the skill. It wasn’t a proxy, but I had imbued it to lock and unlock at my touch. The lamia grinned at me, her eyes flashing like a cat’s, lips smeared with my sister’s juices. “I miss you, too.” He let go of my hands to stroke through my strawberry-blonde curls. And then they opened, the blue of the sky staring unfocused at me. My back arched, my tail swishing back and forth so rapidly. “Yes, yes, cum in me, brother mine!” Her thighs squeezed so tight on my waist. My sister trembled beneath me, cumming on my dick, as I slammed my shaft hard into her.
