Literotica bondage sissy

There were never any clues at breakfast, either. At one time, I think there were seven or eight girls in a pile around me, with my prick and my tongue sliding in and out of tight cunts, mouths and assholes at random. I just hoped I could hold out. I began to wonder if I imagined the entire scenario. There was nothing left but to sink my fatherly dick to the hilt in my baby's pussy. Everybody give Sissy a big wet sloppy on the cunt and a quick deep throat on our favorite pole, then we'll hold Sissy's legs apart while her Daddy pops her cherry.

Won't you show us what we've been worshipping all these years? Sometimes it was tough to keep pumping out the cum on demand, but the process of not knowing who might be swallowing my cum added a lot of spice to the game. I drifted off in a tangle of nubility. There were girls sucking pussy on the table, on the floor, on the beach, in the water, in the bed, and one old fart walking around with a permanent hard-on, fucking any hole he wanted.