DirtyStepDaughter - Penny Flame Hardcore Fucking Her Stepdad

“I’m not a virgin.” I said. “Yeah, you are,” the woman smiled, punching out her cigarette and walking toward me, “I don’t care how many princelings or farm boys you’ve fucked, Princess, in here, you’re a virgin.” She strutted around me, assessing me. I felt like an idiot being the only girl wearing clothing, so I pulled off my habit, and kicked off my slippers. The Hardcore girl touched me on the shoulder before I could take off my dress. “Leave that on,” she said, her voice a sultry fry, her eyes studying me, “I want to watch it get torn off you, piece by piece.” “I didn’t know you were in charge,” I said sternly to the woman, “what’s your name, girl?” “Sara,” the woman smiled, “and yours?” “Lucilla,” I said, aware that honorific titles meant nothing here, “how are your cramps, Sara?” “Oh, they’re much better now,” she smirked, “I didn’t even need the water; Bron just fucked them out of me.” I laughed at that. It was nice for change, to talk with women who didn’t lecture me on my behavior, or speak to me like I was a child. For once, I wasn’t the whore of the room. Actually, I was probably a prim maiden compared to these girls. I let my pride fall, and put myself in a pupil’s blowjob role to the women and orcs who would be my teachers. There was no use in Brunette clinging to titles and decorum here; I was a novice, and needed experience. “I have to admit,” I said to Sara with a nervous smile, “I have no idea what I’m cumshot doing.” “That’s obvious,” Sara chuckled, taking my arm, “I’ll be your coach for today, Lucilla. You just do what I say, and you’ll get all the experience you need.” She walked me to the table, and then patted an empty bench. I sat down, and she gently guided my hands to the edge of the tabletop. “You’re going to need to hold on to something,” she winked, and then began to pull up my dress from behind me, “have you ever done anything back here?” “Yes,” I said, feeling my heart flutter as my dress was pulled past my hips, exposing my supple, naked backside, “many times, to avoid pregnancy.” “Oh?” Sara cooed in a drawn-out sound that was almost a moan, “Maybe I underestimated you, pussy Lucilla. Do you like it in the ass?” “Yes.” I grinned back. “Perfect,” she whispered, “then I don’t need to stretch you out.” Around four, I heard a car pull up in front of my house. The time-frozen slut welcomed it. I gave a little back and forth to prepare her, then with a long pussy slow moan of my own, I started to push into her. Her hips push back to greet mine with every thrust. Maybe so he blowjob doesn't need to know that I'm pregnant. For a second I could see her looking anxious but then I saw the cumshot look in her eyes and knew that she was far from worried, she was loving it. It did catch him a bit off guard but unless a man was willing to accept the risk of hooking up with the lot lizards there weren't too many opportunities for a long haul truck driver to meet respectable ladies to make out with and Joseph was never the type to engage in random hook ups, especially while his wife was alive. I just wish Bob would lay off on the questions. The sounds of bodies slapping together, cunts slamming down onto hardened pricks, now filled the tent. The doctor looked Will over, took his vitals, and had the nurses Brunette admit him and place him on an I.V. Will effectively passed out and the doctor told us it could be a while before he’s able to leave on his own. aaahhh…!” I growled and moaned deeply as spurts after Hardcore spurts of hot, sticky cum was released down Aunt Sheen’s gagging throat.