Cooking food. Showing off my smooth, soft legs and bunns. Getting them all riled up and reminding them exactly what I was. A PussyBoi.I brought back s...everal chilled mugs fresh out of the freezer filled with cold brew. They grabbed at me, they grabbed at the mugs. Grabbing, grabbing. Spank."To the six, to the five, the four . . . Touch Down!"I was tossed aside as the room erupted in testosterone. I carefully made my way back to the kitchen where I was safe from all that masculinity and. . it was wonderful... as the intensity of my climax built I began bucking my hips harder and harder against the downward ramming of his cock. I felt myself again go over the edge as his cock and thumb brought me to a new height of sexual release... I could feel my already dripping pussy gush with another river of my cum ..."OH YES," I screamed! "Fuck me Robert!"World War III broke out right there on my ass!"YOU FUCKING WHORE," Joe yelled!With that he slapped my face hard, stunning me with a. As I did, she let out a long moan of approval, even as she pushed her tongue deep into my mouth. There was just enough light creeping under the closed door of the space we were in, that I would easily make out the outline of her face.“I want you to fuck me,” she whispered, as she felt for my quickly expanding tool through her groping.“We can’t-“ I replied. “This is not a safe place.”“Sure it is,” she replied. “I’ve fucked plenty of times down here. No one ever comes down here.”Sasha dropped to. His younger sister, Elise, recently turned 19. She was the prized gem of the family. It might have been because she was a straight A student and had graduated valedictorian. It might be due to the fact that while she was slightly shorter than their mom at 5'7," her breasts had swollen to a H cup over the last couple of years. And they seemed to still be growing. She had to replace bras so often that she recently decided to forgo wearing them at all. A decision he and any other guy who happened.