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.my cunt..has busted…pls..be ..slow…Sir..i cant ..take it..I will dieeeeeeee ……. As she said die I went on another rhythm and I knew with her noise someone or the other will come in sometime and knock..But that made me horny and I was riding her like a mustang and I fucked her like a piston… We were fucking and fucking endlessly as I saw she was very tired with all that pounding but something was just going on in me and I kept pounding her till “ahhhh” I came like a maniac in her pussy and some on her saree and fell on her..the moment that happened the bed creaked and I knew it will break tonight as I had broken the base of the bed ,fucking the woman I desired for the longest of time..I got up and went to the restroom to freshen up..When I came she was on bed recovering from a brutal fuck…I went to her and smooched her spoiling her lipstick all her accessories”I love your body and now don’t let your husband touch it.. Its my property now” and again shoved my semi erect dick in her. MOM, what are you doing? Bristol felt Sarahs hand on her shoulder as Sarah kissed her on the cheek and then the mouth. Be calm sweetie, go with the flow, the time has come. Sarah kissed her again and at the same time she felt her Dads hand on her stomach. STOP, STOP, Bristol cried as her Dad kissed her neck. She continued to protest but there was little she could do as she lay tight between them. Her Mom and Dad continued to kiss her, running their hands over her sweet young body. Quickly her protests weakened. The cabin, the warm glow of the fire, the feeling of togetherness in the wilderness, her parents had chosen the perfect place. Bristol couldnt believe this was happening. She felt the uncontrollable urges. She kissed her Mom. She kissed her again full on the mouth. Sarahs hands reached around her teen daughter running over her butt. Her Dad had his hands on her breasts. Sandwiched between them, their hands were all over her. Mom pulled off her own jeans. Quickly Bristol.
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