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“And let’s be honest, Mom.” I said as I grabbed Julia’s tail, and pulled it out, “Your athleticism comes from your nymph heritage, of which I inherited exactly zero alleles. Succubi only beget more succubi, and evolutionary bottleneck is avoided by the paternal contribution alone. Who was my father again? Some drunk baker?” “He was a blacksmith.” Mom sighed wistfully, “He had the prettiest penis Hardcore you’d ever seen; it was like a work of art. Once I saw that dick, Justina, I knew it would be your daddy.” “And people say our kind can’t be romantic.” I chuckled, then sucked Julia’s ass Cuckold from her plug, and examining the puckered, pink coil of her anus. I raised my instrument over my head to show the crowd what I was about to do, then I pressed the cold metal of the prongs to Julia’s rim. I heard her stifle a scream, and saw her stiffen. I pushed the prongs forward, marveling at the way her tender flesh indented, her pelvic floor bowed inward, and her rim dilated. Julia growled, and her pussy began to blush. The prongs slowly pushed inside, the pliable, pink meat of her exit sucking around the invasion, leaving only the metallic lengths juicy visible, then the handle. Julia’s growl rose in pitch, her vacant pussy dripping, her constricted cock flexing wantonly. I began to open the prongs, and Julia screamed. I giggled, absolutely delighted by the way her dirty entrance gaped cylindrically down the shaft of the prongs, giving me an excellent view into the ruby, moist depths of her. I pried wider, stretching her rim to a ruinous oval until I was sure she would tear if I pulled a millimeter more. Julia was sobbing in agony, but the flow of her lust down her legs had only increased. “Well, doctor?” Mom grinned at me as she pet Julia’s hair, “What’s your diagnosis?” “When was the last time you took your pet to a proctologist?” I asked, cuty taking a deep inhale of Julia’s sinful depths, and feeling my mouth water. “I just pulled this bitch off the streets.” Mom chuckled, grabbing Julia’s chain, and pulling down. Not only did I hear Julia’s reaction, but I saw it through the violent convulsions of her moist depths. “It appears she’s in need of a rectal examination.” I said, “I hope you don’t mind if I abstain from using gloves; they’re so intrusive.” I raised my hand above me, and curled it into a fist. The crowd egged me on as I slowly neared the gaping exit, and guided my hand inside. Julia actually sighed when I entered her, which wasn’t a surprise given what I’d heard about her. My knuckles pressed against her smooth walls, each graze of them causing her cavern to tremor, then relax, as though her rectal nerves were testing my invasion, and found it a welcome one. My hand passed the end of the prongs, and I pushed against the fleshy spiral of the woman. She opened for me willingly, her sphincter uncoiling, and embracing me as I moved through it, the tender flesh sucking warmly against each knuckle, then the wrist. “My, my,” I chuckled, “someone’s enjoying their doctor’s visit.” Julia moaned pathetically, shifting amateur her weight as best she could to push her ass harder against me, wordlessly begging me to go deeper. I was already near to the elbow. “I know I am.” Mom chuckled, running two fingers along the underside of Julia’s cock. The organ was engorged and reddened, bulging around the ring that choked it halfway down its length, causing the precum at her tip to dribble down. Julia groaned, her arousal causing her pain, which in turn, only begot greater arousal. Mom mercilessly caressed the god, her touch undeniable, making Julia’s cock bounce in flexion. Mom continued her two-fingered torture until Julia’s calls were shrill with desperation, then Mom snaked her tongue out, wrapped it thrice around Julia’s shaft, and took every inch of the divine canine down her throat. Julia’s relieved sigh sung from her throat, and the crowd roared their approval as Mom slowly withdrew her mouth, the suction pulling her cheeks gaunt, her violet eyes smirking up at the captive god. As Kevin Cuckold and Katie put it, "We want both of them to understand sex as we do, casually fun, uncomplicated, and hopefully then they will not choose to get married TOO early to some jerk just because they have the hots for him!" She wondered, glancing at her watch again as she anguished over what was keeping amateur her brother. “Guests? "O, Hardcore shit. 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