Once, reaching for her beer from the cup holder, her left knee flexed upward and when she regained her balance, she kept it there. That sweet, tender,...purple covered pussy was now only a few feet from my face and in perfect view. She put her legs together whenever someone walked around the cart on the drivers side, but she kept her knee up when only I could see what she was doing. Save my seat, she commanded. I have to go to the bathroom. She hopped off of her perch and disappeared into the. I never wishto displease you..."Cal patted her head reassuringly, looking down at her and smiling."You'll never displease me. And, just for the record, if I thought ofyou as a burden, I would have let you know by now. You have nothing tofear from me. Do you understand?" he asked in all seriousness.She nodded, her hair swaying and her ribbed horns brushing against theside of Cal's face. She then noticed that he had yet another scar onhis body, one that she failed to see earlier. It was a large. Karmen pinned my hands to the bed, her tits swaying in my face as she rode me, up and down. Before long I started meeting her stokes with my own. Each time, her pussy lips hugged my cock tighter and tighter. I could feel her body tense up and I sucked a nipple into my mouth, teasing it with my teeth. Karmen’s pussy gushed out cum as her body shook and she dug her nails into my palms. With a gratifying sigh, she slowed down and retracted her claws. Her body went limp and I took advantage of the. I smiled and she asked me y have I asked her so. I came closer and kissed her then without saying anything I started patting her boos and put one hand under her skirt and started caressing her thighs she resisted a lot but for no help. I continued on her thighs and she started feeling the heat she started moaning and I started going towards her cunt she stopped me but I forcefully inserted my hand in her panties. As my hand reached her clit she stopped resisting. It was all wet with her juice.
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