“My slutty, tight asshole!”
“Good girl,” I told her, kissing her lips. Suck my clit, you little whore! Indian hot sex I grabbed her hand and saw her wedding band. Finally she had enough, and I pulled my lips away from her delicious cunt. Desiree pushed me off. “My naughty filly,” I whispered back. My mom’s cunt tightened on me as she gasped in pleasure. Our soldiers had formed a perimeter around the hotel to keep people back; crowds had begun to grow, filling the streets around the hotel with a sea of worshipful faces—pilgrims drawn to their new Gods. “I love to eat you out.”
“If you’re free, big bro, come fuck my pussy.”
“Sure, Antsy.”
I knelt behind her, and there was barely enough room left on the bed. I gave it a gentle squeeze, my fingers finding her hard nipple. I released my wife’s breast and laid back on the bed, pleasure coursing through me. Mary had always been the cautious one, afraid of harming people, and now she wanted to enslave the entire world. Her wet, auburn hair fell about us, cool on my cheeks as we kissed.
