FUCK HER!”
“Fuck her, Phillipa!” moaned Maurice, her body shuddering. She would have my baby, binding us together. They brimmed with cum. She buried her face into her wife’s snatch and licked with such passion. FUCK HER! “Oh, yes, yes, yes, I’m going to cum, Phillipa!” Maurice moaned. For so long as she is in office, I will be immune to the whorish lusts she inspires in other women. FUCK HER!”
Phillipa didn’t answer. At the same time, my tongue thrust and buried into the depths of her silky cunt. I plunged my digit into her wife’s asshole. They weren’t my responsibility, technically, but I wanted to make a future bright for the English as well as for my fellow Americans. I stood up, my wet cock bobbing before me. It was still my natural blonde. Why don’t you? There’s one I am really hoping to use. Or she used to.”
“I still love it,” Phillipa said. “FUCK HER! Her tits heaved as her body shook. I gave her my futa-dick hard. The friction sent a wave of passion shooting down my cock to my ovaries. FUCK HER! She laughed, trembling. She sauntered to her wife, her rump swaying. FUCK HER! He held a sign in his other hand that said, “Breed my wife, Madam president.”
They were a lovely pair of breasts.
