Indian Hairy Honeypot

Oh, hold on, here’s something. ‘Mistress frequently engages in acts of sexual depravity – may be dangerous to the mental development of her male hybrids.’ Dangerous to the mental development? I’ll take that as a compliment. What about you?” “‘Master satisfies each girl fully, giving them all equal affection. He has built up a noticeable stamina to fulfill his sexual obligations.’ Oh, check it out, her handwriting starts slipping towards the end. I bet she was writing this while watching the girls and I play.” “Her other hand was probably busy as well. I think she might be jealous of the girls.” “Well I AM a very generous lover, of course she would be jealous. ‘Master = sexual provider + parental figure. Master shows strong amateur paternal instincts towards his hybrids, likely due to their child-like personalities. Suggests would be an excellent parent if interspecies breeding ever becomes possible.’” I stopped and stared at the notes, a small smile on my face. Lorraine leaned over and read them. “You know, that’s actually true. You would make a good dad, I mean, as long as you’d remember not to play with your kids the same way you play with their mothers, who pretty much already are your kids.” “That’s disgusting.” “Have you ever given a thought to having kids?” “No, it never crossed my mind before my girls showed up, and now, there’s no way I could handle the added responsibility. Anyway, keep looking for any juicy comments. I want to see if she becomes a little more honest with herself.” “Momo doesn’t know why she’s Hardcore like this. Master did this to Momo but he doesn’t know how.” Momo was lying on her stomach on the floor of one of the mansion’s bedrooms with four cats sitting in front of her, two males and two ass Hairy females. In reply, the cats made various small movements, such as closing their eyes, cocking their heads to one side, or yawning. “Momo likes being big. What? No, it didn’t hurt.” “So, you actually understand them?” Dr. Lawrence asked, sitting in a chair in the corner. “Yep. Momo doesn’t know how to explain it, but it’s like Momo hears words when they stockings reply.” “Would you say it’s like you’re reading their thoughts?” “No, Momo just understands what they’re saying, like when Master nods or shakes his head and Momo hears yes and no in her head.” “And they also understand what you say, right? STRETCH 'EM FURTHER. Licking my chops, I rose. “When I told the guys about it they said I had a real talent for just cutting things ass off neatly. He sincerely believes he is getting Hairy away with checking them out without their knowledge, but he is wrong. The Commander’s extra jism trickled out of her ruined sex. My dad almost chocked on his mouth full of sandwich before he was able to reply. A little more work and she was satisfied with the wavy curl. and are deathly afraid of you”. tonight.” She looked up at me and whispered, “Thanks . . . Her legs shook and her pussy gushed as Ashley brought Hardcore the succubus to orgasm. Old man Hanson grinned. "Carl," Sally called out, "Would you please come over here, and jack off this young man, so he can amateur get some relief." “Lie down stockings and relax, I'm going to insert my wand into your pussy.