Katie's breaths and moans grow louder and more insistent.Her pregnant belly heaved before her as she surrendered to her rapture.Isn’t it?We cut the duct tape binding us to our skis dad and stepped inside, stripping off our winter gear.AHHHHHH!She was finding it extremely difficult to sit idle with all the throbbing in her pussy, which was halfway into blonde the loo.So why did I find it acceptable for Justin to fuck his mother, but not for another person to do that?Curious.Things were definitely getting weird in our school.Bianca groaned dispiritedly.Author’s note - Please read (at least skim) girlfriend through this:The author is over Hardcore the age teen of 18 and legally safe to write erotica/sex stories.One more thing: this story takes a while to pick up, I like writing in detail and feel the need to add a decent introduction and build up to add to the overall satisfaction of the story.I felt more of his jizz leak out of me. It stained my thighs. I’m sorry! Passion cried, still trying to pull me close, still trying dad to fuck me. You’re sorry? I snarled, forcing her face to within a breath of mine, You’re sorry?! I love you. Passion whimpered, her big, golden eyes staring with all the adoration in the world. I actually laughed. I laughed an uncontrollable, hideous bout of mirth that came pouring from some dark place within me, some rot that festered and spread to every corner of my mind, some hatred that only begot evil. I was already a murderer, wasn’t I? I was damned to hell for the worst kind of sin, and I’d spent the last decade of my life trying to pray away the unforgivable. I’d always been a liar, a disgusting cunt who’s teen good at blonde pretending, as Lucilla had said, except I’d only ever been lying to myself. This body was my Hardcore reward from damnation, my true form, a reflection of the black soul that dwelt within it. Why not stack one more mortal sin onto the pyre, and reserve a better seat in hell? I grabbed Passion by her mane of scarlet and tore her head back, smiling into her bulging eyes as my hand ran covetously along her form. Her breath quickened in her throat, her back arched for me, and she melted to my form, her girlfriend body teeming with desire as her lenses quaked with fear.