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Bonnie, whether consciously or subconsciously, came to equate sex with value, that she was only desirable as long as she kept the cock happy. She decided, if she was only going to be good for one thing then she was going to be the best at it. However, it never worked out in her favor, as the old saying goes, 'you can't fuck someone into loving you', but what else did she have? Her best years were behind her and while she was a superb cook, she really made for terrible girlfriend or wife material in a normal relationship. Fortunately, we were not in a normal relationship. I was her Owner and I appreciated and valued her for her committment to serve. Most men couldn't put up with her needy nature for very long and would avoid getting in too deep with her. They wouldn't dare offend her and risk blowing any future hook-ups with her when they found themselves in a dry spell, so they let her be needy and just found excuses to distance themselves from her. I didn't have that problem. When I felt Bonnie was being too needy or interferring with time I wanted to spend with her sisters, I'd just tell her to fuck off and go do something else. I wasn't afraid of hurting her feelings, because I knew what kind of person she was. She didn't like being told off, because psychologically, it reminded her that she was disposable, but I was never going to dispose of her, so I knew she had nothing to fear. In time, she would learn this lesson, but for now, I had nearly forty years of conditioning to break, it wasn't going to be done in a couple weeks. Still though, I knew that she knew, she was safe, and would always have a place at my feet. She was just trying to spend the rest of her life trying to thank me the only way she knew how, with her body. "My best, huh?" I questioned skeptically, as I rolled her doughy tits around her chest, like an angry baker. "Yeah, the BEST." She declared adamantly. "Well, you're pretty good, I'll give you that." I praised, through a series of grunts over hentai the sound of my hips popping against her slabs of ass flesh, "But SHE might be better." I added, staring down at her womb. Each of her group was going over their weapons; they only had a few hours before they landed. Not as hard as his but it was still an orgasm and she’d still enjoyed the fuck immensely & been in ecstasy while he had drilled her with his rock-hard dick. They answered then were quiet. “Did that happen?” I ask myself out loud, and go to my mirror on my dresser. “You’re, like, such a scaredy-cat, you know?” the woman asks pretending that Dave is still in the room. “I know Zack, but it’s hot days like this that really make you better.” She always had something uplifting to tell me when I was down like that. Her legs were close together just straight up slightly. I shuddered, drawing back my hips. Sara laughs, "she's alive". James could see that the dark patch on her green flying suit's crotch where her own juices had leaked out her pussy. They first had to find the intended husband. But she hadn`t heard from Maddy today, and she was usually so chatty. “Just don't drown.” There it was - the picture she'd sent to Jack. This wasn’t just because of the tastes of the guests. They stood around it, the flashing, flickering, strobing energy dancing through the heart of the altar spilled over them, somehow brighter—realer—than the sunlight falling on their shoulders. “She's using her fingers. Trista smeared the sweet liquid with hentai her fingers and jammed them back in as far as they would go. I look down and you are squeezing your legs together rhythmically. I buried my dick to the hilt in her asshole.