if that’s something you’re interested in.” What was I supposed to say? I spend a whole second angling my cock with my sex toy’s pussy before slamming her on there. Indian sex Not for another 2 minutes. “N-no of course not.” When you made an effort to look away from her goddess-like body, her dark eyes were beautiful as well. All thinking aborted when a buxom woman with wet blonde hair sauntered into the kitchen. C-word, fine. I wanted to apologize but it’s like the concept of ‘going too far’ was suddenly elusive and I couldn’t think of a reason to apologize. “I won’t spill a drop…” It didn’t occur to me to ask what the blood was for as most of mine had drained away from my brain. Some primal survival instinct made me turn my hips toward the exit, but a stronger breeding instinct turned them back toward Tess when she began pulling her nightgown over her head, revealing the entire soft-looking hourglass almost within arm’s reach. ‘No, thank you’? The taste of breastmilk was hard to describe —honey with some strange unholy aftertaste— but through Tess’ moans and her hands in my hair, I was encouraged to suck more and more.
