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I wouldn't let Kurt down. So I looked down at his mother quivering before me, her pussy needing to be filled with cum. I slammed into her flesh with my cock dirty with her step-daughter's asshole. The MILF groaned as I filled her, a big smile crossing her lips as she buffed my futa-dick clean. Her large breasts bounced as I plowed into her while her hot snatch gripped me. It had to do. For now. April 17th, 2047 “The promise was very important to you,” Adelia said, her voice grave. “Of course. Kurt's special.” I smiled, glancing out at the studio audience. “He's the only guy I ever made love to. My first time. And you never forget that, do you?” “No,” Adelia said, a soft smile spreading on her lips, her eyes growing distant for a moment. “No, you don't.” I didn't know if she was remember her first time ever, or our first time when she interviewed me nineteen or so years ago. “So I would do anything for him. It real amateur scared me that I might hurt him. What really worried me was the wedding the next day. I knew any hotel conference room wouldn't be too big. What if I couldn't keep far enough away from Rosemary. She might just lose control in the middle of the ceremony and fuck me. As I fucked Mrs. Albertson, I could only think about Rosemary in her wedding white, looking so yummy.” “But Kurt had a plan?” Adelia asked. “I just hoped it would be enough.” To be continued... I pulled amateur up to the shadiest house I’ve ever seen… Shades on the windows practically falling off, the paint on the siding is chipped to shit… I hope Becky gave me the right place… Becky and I are in the same co-ed business Fraternity at Gennecho University. She’s saree one of the most gorgeous girls I’ve ever laid eyes on. She’s got dark brown hair that barely touches her delicate shoulders. A body that only angels could compare to. Petite is another word that marathi could describe her. But she does have what one could describe as a bubble desi butt. And legs that go on for days. Even though she’s more than a couple inches taller than me, indian that doesn’t stop me from keeping my hopes high. Most people are taller than me. Besides, her body isn’t the only thing that sets her apart. She is the smartest person I’ve ever met. She chose a card and started to turn it over. Her nipples rubbed against my stomach. “We won’t need it, not tonight.” She sat on the side of the bed and pulled me to stand in between her opened marathi legs. “You deserve all the pleasure in the world. I watched her breasts jiggle back and forth as she continued to coat her ass. “The best way to maximize the amount of pleasure you can feel is to mix in a little pain desi for contrast.” Remember when I couldn’t stop staring at him, well, that’s why he’s the hottest sexiest guy alive and I seriously feel like the luckiest girl alive because my amazing and sexy mom married him! You are undone, your head indian screams 'No' but your body betrays you as amateur nod marginally at the suggestion. That same need to please me that I saw in Aurora's green depths. Now real amateur Duke was finished, a few final licks…Sherry, too, and then we three gradually calmed down. My back saree was aching and I needed a break so we went for a walk round the garden then upstairs to the punishment room. Guess we know the next party theme! “You know that. Your T-shirt dress was getting spots from the rain drops. “Oh wow!” Lucy said as she lifted the chain attached to my clit hood and pulled it up and to one side. “Good…go grab me my phone…” There is an audible gasp as my cock pops out of her pussy. “She’s still at work, though.”