uncle samsonite

“Well, I was going for sex slave, but now that you mention it, we did some of that too.” She pulled me closer and kissed me hard, slipping her tongue inside my mouth. I wondered if she could taste her ass on my tongue, but I kissed her back. She took her hands from my face and wrapped her fingers around my rock hard shaft, never breaking her kiss. She used her thumb to spread the wad of precum from the tip all around the head.“Mmmmmm…you’re hard again. Good. You’re amazing. Can you cum again?”

His movements slowed, and his water magic flickered like a candle at the end of its wick. Regardless, he powered through, and after several minutes of relentless combat, he delivered a critical blow, punching Viktor in the chin and sending his brain rattling around in his skull. He staggered back, using what little mental capacity he retained to stay upright, while Falco hobbled over, his strength fading. He and everyone else simply assumed his condition was due to fatigue.

As like all the other times she spent a minute at least inhaling the scent of his crotch, but holding off on the usual tongue bath, she instead continued her climb. Her slim stomach and breasts slid along her father’s muscular and hairy chest until she was lying almost directly over him. He puffed away noisily under the tubes of his CPAP machine none the wiser, a frustrating device that prevented her from exploring his mouth as well.