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I could feel those letters burning across my rump. It was kinda like a U with one end that thrust out like a penis. Indian Sex She buried that big, thick dick into my cunt, the pleasure rippling through me. “I know, it’s so strange, but…” I shuddered. I tried to fight it. “I’m going to pierce your nipples and lead you around by a leash!”
“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned, my pleasure growing. I felt their eyes running up and down my flesh. This was… That my mother was keeping me plain by dressing me frumpy and not allowing me to wear makeup? Just like your father did. Oh, yes, play with that little bud.”
“God, Heather, you’re just a slut for your mother’s cunt!” Chris howled. My thumbs hooked the waistband of my panties. My tongue lapped at her pussy, stroking her folds and brushing that little bud. Sometimes, I felt that shameful warmth when in the shower and washing myself down there, or when I allowed myself to stare at a particularly handsome boy at her college.