House wife/
" Mmmm ... yes, Sir." Daphne said around my finger in her mouth. I pushed another finger into her mouth, reveling in the warm, wet pressure around the...."If you think you are going to cum you will ask for permission. If you it pleases me, I will give you permission. Do you understand, slut?" Mmhmmm..." Daphne nodded and I couldn't really blame her for not answering better, since I was shoving three fingers in her mouth now. Her tongue was going wild on my fingers and I was worried I might not be. In fact, this was her fourth deep, fulfilling orgasm since their session had started. John lay next to Becky on the bed, which was a mess after such a vigorous session. They lay together, side by side, touching by proximity and friendship. Breathing deeply as their bodies caught breath and started to return to more normal levels, they lay looking up at the ceiling. Nothing was said. Nothing needed to be said. They both understood why they were there and what they had done... finally they had. She last wore it when she went to prom. It was easily too small for her. Her already big breasts were pushed up – putting her cleavage on full display and leaving little to the imagination. It also ended right below her pussy – meaning that her privates were fully revealed if she even slightly bent over or lifted her leg. She loved the way it tightly wrapped around her butt, which was looking extra curvy and firm because of her high heels. Underneath, she wore a black thong which she wanted to. Uncle Charlie didn't say a word. His hand started stroking my head again. Only this time it was softer, gentler. "Uncle Charlie?" Yes baby girl." I smiled at hearing him call me by my pet name. "Can I tell you a secret?" Honey, you know that you can tell me anything. What's the matter?" Remember the night you spanked me? Well sometime during that spanking, things began to change. All of a sudden the spanking made me feel so hot and funny. I didn't know it then, but that spanking turned me on in.
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