Now we both were nude. My dream girl is in front of me without dress. She looked like a sex goddess. Her boobs were stiff, round and hanging like 2 pa...payas on tree. Her pussy is very clean and there is no hair and I liked that very much. Her ass is big, round and well shaped and looks more sexy. She has beautiful long thighs with good curves on it. Her body is very sexy and curved like an erotic painting, her fleshy parts gives her a perfect shape and size.I kissed her eyes, cheeks, and started. I took a breath and steadied myself just as another shot of jizz flew into my face. I licked if off my lips and decided to go for it. I actually beckoned another guy to me who quickly replaced the spent cock with his. I quickly took it into my mouth. At the other end, I was being slowly fucked and I started to get the rhytmn, pushing back in unison, fucking back, not just being fucked. Within minutes, my deflowerer grunted and stiffened and what seemed like a gallon of hot cum splashed into my. It could see. It glimpsed the ruby I clutched in my hand. It knew its creator’s soul quivered in my grip, and it wanted it.So, I needed to give it what it wanted. “Rithi, bless my sexual juices and let them paint new beauty in the world.”“No, Kora, run!” Ealaín shouted as my pussy clenched about my fingers probing into my depths.My pussy juices would be my paint. I ripped my hand free, fingers spread wide. Ealaín had taught me so much about illusions. She showed me that I could fool even. Not that he was wearing a dress; he only did that when he was playing with Karen. Not that he was playing with dolls; no, that was harmless enough. What worried Deborah was how much Mark relied on his younger sister for companionship.Mark was painfully shy, lacked the social skills that someone his age should have, and did not hang out with others his age. Looking at Mark and Karen play, it would seem that Karen was the older sister, and that Mark was the younger sister. However, Karen was only.