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Soon it was less of a kiss and more of a dual for dominance via lips and tongue. He was left groaning in displeasure as Serina parted from his lips firmly holding his shoulders to keep him at bay. He regained some control over his “need” as he tried to rein himself in. Within the kiss he found enough energy to sit up and his arms enclosed around her waist. Both their breathing was heavy and he was sure that her cheeks were a different shade than the purple that eclipsed her flesh. She wore a wicked smile as she felt his need, “Let’s go shower the sweat from our bodies, Nina did say she wanted to keep her sheets clean.” As she left his body he felt the lingering heat on his crotch. As he looked down he indian noticed that they were stained with a small wet spot and he was positive it wasn’t sweat. His eyes darted to her form that slipped down the hall, admiring her skin as he watched her clothes slowly be removed from her body before she disappeared out of sight. He reacted like an over energetic boy who just hit puberty as he shot from the ground and about ran after her. As he entered the hall he could have sworn he heard a slight laugh coming from the kitchen. The thought disappeared as the sound of running water reached his ears. When Luke made his way closer to the bathroom he saw the slow steam rising from the open door way. A new layer of sweat eased out of his pores as he drew closer feeling the anticipation rise. He finally made it to the door way to the gift of seeing Serina stand webcam from removing her yoga pants. As the dark beauty slowly stood with her skin glistening he got the most wondrous view of her backside, like a perfect picture or video. The strain he felt in his pants was growing too much and as he stepped into the bathroom he stripped out of his own clothes. He wasn’t sure if he fumbled out of them or eased out like a professional porn star/model. In either case he didn’t care for his actions. His only goal was to reach out and touch this deadly beauty before him. Just as he was about to reach for her she spun and pinned him against the wall. A solid grunt escaped his lips as he felt the cold tile on his back. Yet the sudden pain and cold were easily ignored as he stared into her white eyes filled with heat and need. He wanted to reach out and touch her, caress her, hold her. Yet as he stood with his back against the chilling bathroom wall he was struck with the desire to just remain still. He couldn’t tell if this was his own instincts, her influence, or just his brain improvising on the fly. These days it was difficult to make the distinction between anything that went through his own head. For the longest time their eyes never left one another as they stared deeply into each other’s pupils. He had heard that the eyes are the windows to the soul, and within this moment he believed it. The only thing that determined that time was passing was the buildup of the steam from the shower. One moment he was looking her dead in the eye and the next she was down on her knees drinking every inch of his dick and he felt his knees ready to buckle. He was grateful for the wall supporting his back as he felt his cock disappear into her throat repeatedly. He endured the attack letting out only a few moans mixed with pleasurable sighs as he felt her mouth and throat work all eight inches of him. He wasn’t sure if it was experience or a different kind of magic but with each slip of his dick down her throat he felt a different wave of pleasure course through him. When he grew enough senses to look down and appreciate her work he only got sight of the top of her head. Her attention was entirely focused on working his shaft and the only view he had of her was the crimson hair and the goat horns that curled within them on top of her head. With her hair pulled in to the bun he could see her slender shoulders that gave no hint to her true strength but urged the desire to grip and ravish like a frail thing. An idea tickled at his mind that shined through the intense euphoria that was coursing through him. He gripped that strip thought determined not to be a toy for anyone to use. His hand reached forward gripping her horns. As his fingers enclosed around them he felt Serina begin to pull away from his dick only to have him force her back on by her horns. But, as far as I heard, no one had ever tried. She mewed like a kitten. “I'm probably right around their age.” I strip asked him about what things she indian would do. My cream gushed hot down my thighs, staining them. “Hmmm?” I grab handfuls of sheets as I bite into the pillow, bracing for impact. They fucker her on the table, on the floor and against the wall with many double penatrations. I was concerned he'd become self-conscious, and I didn't want to lose the 'realness' of his performance. His dark eyes slightly squinted in concentration, as he pinched the swabs between his thick fingers. Totally naked now, the girl looked stunning. Master reached out and squeezed her left udder. Gor roared and charged forward, the shadows melting off his flesh, unveiling the ogre's monstrous form. I had wanted to kiss his lips with mine and slide my tongue in his mouth and taste his. I walked over to her, put my hands on her shoulders and gave her the best kiss I could manage, and just kept kissing her, until she broke the kiss. My nipples started throbbing as the blood managed to start circulating around them. Karl shook his head. “Hi Miss Kelly,” he said enthusiastically. Even with the collapse of the building and the continued fire on the ground level, they just let it burn itself out. “I know they can.” Jess giggled. “You more... pull personalities from another universe and substitute them in place of the one from this reality. He was unstrapped. She looked at her friend lying on the bed, and rolled down her panties, her tits webcam and fat nipples hanging down lewdly. “Mmmhmm!” I squeezed my bowels around his dick as he drew back. She kisses me.