Her one hand travelled down to waist. Then further to her mound. She stroked herself a little. Loving the smooth feel. Enjoying the tingles that raced...to her core. She moved her hand lower. Lightly touching her swollen lips. She was already so wet. Her middle finger slipped into the crease between her lips. She ran it up and down. Delving deeper on each pass. She gasped as her finger brushed her clit. Already engorged and exposed from its hood. She brought her other hand down and separated her. Mmm, right there.”“He just disappeared off the face of the earth” Albert chimed in, thrusting his hips up and down at a steady pace.Indigo watched Lisa's large semi-erect cock slowly shrinking back into her body, along with her large balls. Her fallen angel form had also begun to fade away, giving way to her human appearance once again. Then another more interesting question came to her.“Why aren't you in heaven anymore, Lisa?”"I fell out of favor with my father... mmm... yeah, son, just like. So I got myself quite drunk and just waited for the people to leave one byone as the night got late. I think it was around four in the morning when Iwent to the bathroom to put on the sleepshirt I had only packed to fool mymother. I found myself a blanket and lay down on the couch in the livingroom. There were a few boys left playing cards a few meters away from meand I think they noticed that I was fingering myself to sleep under myblanket. But they were either to drunk or to afraid to come. We kissed and cuddled. Soon she turned and we began to kiss again. I was getting very aroused. I felt her hand move between my legs. Spreading them slightly, I felt her fingers sliding my lips apart, and then two of them enter my pussy. Waves of pleasure ran through my body.“You like that, baby? You like the feel of a woman’s fingers fucking you?”All I could manage in response was a moan. Lida continued fucking me till I was near the point of exploding, then would stop until she felt my.
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