“The witnesses sexual history has no bearing upon this case Mr Mollineaux,” the Judge continued. Sexual history, bloody hell this could take hours I thought. “Yes your Honour,” Mollineaux replied, “May whore I proceed?” The Judge nodded. Mollneaux was a waste of space, he was being chucked round like a rag doll in a pit bull’s gob by the defence. The “Eight” though there was actually fourteen of them, paid some fancy London lawyer a bloody fortune to defend them, and they must have been wondering why they bothered as Mollineaux continued to fuck up the prosecution case. “Miss A,” he asked “Is it not the case that you are a horny little bitch who fucks all comers just to get some relief?” He had to call her “Miss A” to give her an “Onimity,” Angie as we called her, went red in the face. “I only fucks for money your Honour, not cause I likes it,” she replied. “Come come my dear, remember you’re under oath,” Molineaux prompted. “What the fucks he at,” Harley Charlie the boke with the cutie moped whispers in my ear, “He’s supposed to be on our side.” “Dunno,” I says, “If she gets off he’s spending the night at A and E down Weatherfield General.” I saw Big Dave nodding, “Fucking Cemetary more like?” Mollineaux tried again, “Do you like fucking, it’s a simple enough question?” “No, couple sex yes, I don’t know,” she snapped, “Its them on trial not me.” “Is it not true that the very mention of fucking is making you wet down cuckold there? “ Mollineaux asked. “Fucks sake,” “Steely” Dan muttered, “I’m getting a hard on.” “So’s the Judge,” I added, “Least they’re listening to the bloke now.” “No,” Angie insisted. “Remember your are on oath,” Mollineaux insisted. “No,” she said again as she squirmed awkwardly. “In that case you won’t mind dropping your knickers so juicy we can all see?” Mollineaux continued. “I ain’t dropping my knickers for no one,” Angie insisted. “That fucking Molly’s fucking twisted,” Big Dave whispered in a stage whisper. He could do anything, at once. “Good.” He said as he nodded his head. I inquired. She would have to care for him after that alone. There was a bar counter between the two rooms. "You didn't make the bed," He said. “Shut the fuck up and pour me a shot of vodka.” I whore watched as she got up and sucked on my fathers cock to get him hard, then he juicy mounted me and started to fuck me. As I looked to the front my mother had moved away and granddad was there and fed me couple sex his cock. “You should... I was hot for Vida from the start, she set my Mediterranean blood racing. Then, I had about a dozen little contractions coming from deep inside my lower abdomen, and I could still feel cum oozing out of the end of my dick. After she cutie slid down my dick, she rode it like she cuckold never rode dick before and I liked every moment of it.
“Well…” “Don’t play with me, woman. I know you can’t live without this.” Brock growled as he pushed his wife’s pelvis to him. Sherok giggled and ran her hands through his dread, fondness shining from her black eyes. She turned those eyes on me, and they glinted with couple sex curiosity. She withdrew from her husband’s embrace and walked over to me, cuckold circled me, studied me. Sherok Terdini stood a little over six feet tall, her muscular build canvased with light-green flesh that was cutie darkened with tribal tattoos everywhere save for her face. Her cheekbones were high, her black eyes were slanted almonds, and her full lips were adorned with protruding tusks. Yes, she was a powerful beast, but juicy strikingly feminine. Her breast strap seemed ready to burst, and her loin strap was consumed in the rear. “So, you’re the elf with the magical cock everyone’s been talking about.” Sherok said with a thick accent, “Elena of the Straltaira clan.” “That’s me.” I whore replied. “You’re a ranger. Have you ever killed an orc before?” She asked with a raised eyebrow. “More than one.” I nodded. “Did they fight well?” Sherok approached me, “Did they die with honor?” “They never saw me.” I said, gaging her power by the way her muscles moved beneath the flesh. “You hunted them like animals?” She asked with a hiss. “And they died like them.” I positioned my feet. Sherok stopped right in front of me, towering in her stature, staring coldly from her beautiful black eyes. “And if you found me alone in woods, little huntress, would you put your arrow in my back?” “If I found you alone in the woods, Sherok of the Terdini, I’d put my arrow where ever you wanted it.” So for the next few days, I noticed that those really really sexy feelings got so so strong and so bad every time I looked at mom that it was juicy crazy. He looks then to her eyes and takes a pic, the flash going off up her skirt. "Yep," Zach said and blushed slightly "on the night of our eighteenth birthday, just like with you" he said. It was so exciting. The center is in the corner on the right cutie and the power forward is in the opposite corner. I then got my father to pull his cock out of his fly and lifted up my dress and lowered myself on to his already hard cock. I gently moved my hips and grinded my pussy over his fatty cock. I enjoyed the exercise cycle again and I left my ‘mark’ on the saddle. Janis sat a breakfast tray on the whore coffee table as he pulled out of Angela's ass and moved to the bath room telling Janis to release her. The article that did follow, however, wasn’t what couple sex she would call flattering. But, where the fuck was the town? I thought I was invincible, and I didn’t need anybody. That's were daughters get theirs cuckold from.<
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