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And then suddenly Elsie wasn’t even there anymore. It was just his cum-addled brain and his daughter, him watching her as she engulfed the head of his cock in her tiny mouth. He stared hard at the photo, into his daughter’s mischievous eyes, and that was it. He burst his load all over the photo, there in the car. He almost embarrassed himself because of how much cum flowed from his cock. It streamed over his hands, the party front of his pants, and the steering column. He wiped off the photo, salvaging it, and tossed it back in the glovebox, then did his amateur best to clean the rest of it up. Afterwards, he made his way back home and found his wife, Hazel, leaving for work. “How was she? She looked kind of distracted this morning,” Hazel asked. “I’m… not sure,” Warrick admitted, then shrugged, “but if she’s sick, I suppose we’ll hear from her later today.” “Alright, well, I’m off to work. See you tonight. It’s Friday, I’m planning on some fun!” She winked and, with that, she turned away. Warrick smirked. Thinking back to the threesome with Ivy they had had early that morning, he was looking forward to some more of his wife’s wily brand of fun. ——— Brie tried to concentrate on her class, despite the haze she Hardcore was in. Her ears felt like they were full of cotton, trying to shut the world out from her. She slumped against the cool, hard back of the chair, her bare shoulders slicking it down with the sheen of sweat that seemed to cover her whole body in a mist. Her pants felt soggy. She glanced down at her chest and noticed that her shirt was becoming even more transparent with shaved moisture. She could see the color of her flesh coming through, and her nipples were especially prominent. As her teacher, Mr. Ivarson lectured, she lifted the wide neckline of her shirt to peek underneath. Her breasts were ruddy and she fought the urge to touch them, to massage them right there in class. She noticed her breathing was ragged, as her breath cascaded over her sensitive nipples. She looked up and noticed her teacher was shooting incredulous glances at her and she suddenly felt very self-conscious. Why was she doing this? Why today? Why here in the middle of class? Why could she not ignore these sensations? She put her shirt back in place, but the translucency of the fabric didn’t leave much of her body oral to the imagination. I’m just an average guy with dark brown hair. “I love you, mi futa-florecita!” The girl blushed and averted her gaze, but this only made James feel more confident about the way Hardcore he looked. "I love you, mother. “I truly hope so. A gasp escaped her lips as I rewarded her efforts with a party soft lick over her nipple, circling around the areola and inhaling the quarter-inch long nub into my mouth. I gulped down her cream. I held it, my body amateur trembling, waiting for that moment of penetration. Stacy’s cry transformed into an animalist howl of wanton pleasure as the huge black stallion plunged into her silky depths, relentlessly burrowing ever deeper. “You've lost your thingy” I said. Her cries increased as Jim tried shaved to get a second finger into her, opening her up a little more, before shifting his cock into position. The villagers were wearing regular clothes, mainly oral T-shirts and shorts, one boy even had a worn out Football jersey, the women were cooking in steel stoves and the men were handling modern tools like machetes and garden scissors.