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“You mistake me, daughter.” I chuckled lowly, admiring the way her broken virginity stayed yawning and dripping even after it had been evacuated. I looked lazily into her questioning eyes, and guided my husband’s weapon backward, sliding the tip down her moist taint, “I am simply suggesting an assault from the rear.” The look of shock that came over Joy’s face was almost as exquisite as the agonized expression that came immediately afterward. Vitanimus used the fluid of his daughter’s lust to lubricate the invasion, Hardcore but there was no preparing her for the depth of it. He buried himself into her filthy, virgin hole, and Joy’s entire body wrenched. Her head flung backward, her breasts jutted forward, her pelvis pivoted downward, and her ass wrenched upward, the domination small of her back becoming the vertex of her agonized arch. Her bottom lip trembled below wide, mindless eyes, and her chest heaved with desperate intakes. Vitanimus took his daughter spanking by the golden globes of her flank, and lifted her easily from the bed. She fell spinelessly against him, her pelvis tilting forward, her legs dragging out from beneath her, and flopping uselessly before her. I could see the extent of her ruination, and my eyes followed a dribble of lust that started from the bottom of her slit, dripped down the ribbon of her taint, and thinned about the stretched rim BDSM of her sodomy. When I looked back up at her face, the shocked pain was gone from it, replaced with a drunken, satisfied smile of pure gluttony. “It’s so good, Mommy.” She moaned, “It’s so good because it’s so wrong.” “That’s right baby.” I crinkled my nose affectionally, then lowered my lips to her leaking slit, and tasted her honey from the source. Vitanimus began to thrust, and Joy began to whine and grind. There was no love in the things we did to each other that night; only lust. Only power, greed, and corruption. ” “Corruption became a part of you.” Diamond moaned, her chin tilting in pleasure, her elegant neck tensing. To say that our sex had become more impassioned with my tale fetish would have been an understatement; we were practically animals. “She wasn’t then,” I said, taking Diamond’s head between my hands, “before the worlds broke, she was just a mask. Damn.” With King now taking a breather from humping me the painful stretching and burning sensation coming my asshole began to recede giving me some time to collect my thoughts on what was happening to me. I started taking long deep breaths and concentrating on the other sensations flowing into my mind as a way to relax and take my mind off domination of the throbbing pain from being dog fucked. It had been others doing it to her, but she had let it happen, because she was too slutty to resist. Karen leaned in to give Rosa a kiss, but Rosa giggled and moved past her. “I was going to have a glass of what you drink, but I don’t know what it is.” She then kissed me and she bit down on my lower lip and broke the skin as another orgasm racked her body and she shuddered and came again as I continued thrusting my cock Hardcore in and out of her faster spanking and faster. I unbuttoned her blouse and pulled the camisole up above her bra. I wore a long dark purple under tunics made of silk and embroidered with gold thread and BDSM a black and white-furred undercoat. She had her face pressed to the window, eyes trembling. Whatever kind of party or gathering this is, I’m about fetish to find out. “Cum! “Would you like to?” Ashley replied.