"My love," Joshua began as he led his young bride into their honeymoon suite. Tyrin smiled up at her husband as he closed and locked the door. Joshua Nightshade sauntered back to Tyrin, his seduction beginning. "I love you," he said, bending down to kiss her smooth, slender neck. Tyrin closed her eyes, thinking of her husband, now her lover; Joshua was like Adonis and stood at least ".

Sweaty limbs moved as one. Harsh breaths filled the air. " Faster.." Such graceful, powerful motions. Such strength. Hands flexed and gripped. " Harder.." So much energy to use. So much heat, it was so hot. The body was warm and pliable. Moving where it was told. Flexing when needing to flex. Groaning. Pushing. Thrusting. " Harder! Push Deeper!..

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Mrs. Kegal removed the drumstick from her pussy. "Im ready for something fatter," she said. She spread her legs, and moved closer to Jim, wrapping her thighs around him, sitting on his lap on the drum throne. She slipped her pussy around his cock, wrapped her arms around Jims slender back, and humped him. While fucking Mrs. Kegal, Jim buried his face in her chest, nuzzling and munching on her tits.

Daddy finished taking in all my sweet love juice slowly licking me back to reality, "Now my sweet angle you must return the favor for your Daddy, and show him how much you love him." He propped himself up on the pillows on the bed, his robe lying wide open his glistening manhood standing at attention. "Kiss your Daddy first my Angel. His lips were wet with my scent as my mouth slowly descended to his; his hand grasping the back of my head pulling me into the most passionate kiss like no boy had even given me. Tasting myself for the first time was intoxicating combined with the force of the sensual kiss I was receiving.

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