she mused in her stated of intoxicated arousal. Is this all I am? An oversexed slut, a sex slave to depravity? She couldn’t help but admit that a small part of her enjoyed the naughty thrill, the helplessness of it, the delicious- No. This isn’t me. I’m not like this. I’m not like this. Fuck but I’m horny. Darius took his juice smeared fingers out of Eleanor’s snatch and held them in front of her lips. She leant forwards and sucked them slowly, all the while unable to break eye contact with her daughter’s lewd display. Eleanor suddenly looked at him and pulled herself onto the edge of the table. ‘Darius,’ she said huskily, whilst tugging down her panties, almost translucent with moisture. ‘I can’t wait anymore. Fuck me. Now.’ She kicked them before his feet, and spread her legs. Her body was evenly tanned and totally hairless apart from a fine tuft of pubic hair forming a triangle around her glistening snatch. Jogging had kept her body in good shape, and Darius admired her tight, curvy form before kneeling blowjob before her. amateur Darius buried his tongue into her slit with zero hesitation, clutching her buttocks and pulling her pussy into his face, nudging her clit with his nose. Amidst cries of delight and abandon Eleanor hitched up her dress and threw it to the floor, until she was totally nude apart from her hooped earrings and cute orange pumps. She tossed her luscious blonde hair behind her earrings, which were bouncing and glittering in accordance with her throes of pleasure. Darius’ hands retreated back and deftly undid his belt, his cock springing forth as he removed his trousers. He felt a vibration in his pocket, but decided to ignore it. Ellie held her breath as Darius stood up and positioned his rod at the entrance to her pussy. He nestled the head asian in between her soft pink petals and began to thrust slowly, the silky walls of her pussy massaging his stiff rod. He fucked her there on the table, eliciting a series girlfriend of adorable soft moans and whimpers which eventually grew into clipped, high pitched cries, and then she was screaming Yes! Yes! Yes! as she rode the wave of her climax. Eleanor dreamily drifted out of her rapture, still able to hear the desperate and lust-fuelled cries of her pleasure still echoing in her mind. She threw back her head and massaged her breasts, and suddenly realised that the sounds weren’t coming from her. She blinked and focused her eyes in front of her, where Isabelle was groaning in pov frustration, her fingers rapidly pumping in her sopping cunt. Her sweaty skin was flushed and her cheeks were a charming crimson, her eyes lidded and dreamy. She was moaning utterances of lust to herself, blissfully unaware of anything else. ‘Isabelle...’ her mother murmured. ‘Isabelle wants you’ Darius said breathlessly, ‘She wants your tongue’ ‘...Not...right…’ She replied. ‘My own...daughter…’ ‘But, mmh, it is right.’ he grunted. And Eleanor realised that it was. It was that simple. She was sure it had been wrong, or something - she couldn’t quite figure out how - but of course. It was right. She kept kissing his sleeping head and held him against her breasts for two full minutes. My balls bridged her nose as her tongue did its work, her lips sucking and rotating as Josie’s did the same. The dress started to look better and pov I was feeling pleased that I’d rescued it. “Oh goodness!” She said urgently. He clutched a hand to his nose, blood flowing. Losing interest in the screen, she shifted in her lap so that she could gaze upward at the shapely cones of the bosom before her. Exhausted, we all fell asleep in a blowjob heap of naked flesh with Mac and I on the outside girlfriend with Ha Na and Angela sandwiched between us. Lisa noticed also and winked at me. How does that saying go?... I cried a amateur little while listening to her. Michael grabbed her hair, and tugged, forcing her head up. Whenever he did, she looked down asian at her hands on the table. We stayed another hour with nothing much happening, except for Lexa wearing her bra again so that she can tan her front.