ινδικό πατέρας και lassie

“Left you something to enjoy in your mother,” I told Sheri. “At 5 PM there is a meeting of the Mother Fucking Club. You both will be there, and you, Sheri, get off birth control. You need to become a slut-mommy as fast as possible so you can join the club.” My thoughts burned at that. She indian shivered, nodding her head. “Yes, yes, I want that. To be a slut-mommy like you, Mom.” “Mmm, you'll be amazing at it,” Mrs. Saunders said, her face smeared in pussy cream. I strolled passed them into the school. Chae-Won “Cherry” Kang As I rushed through the halls of my college, I was eager to use my new mind control powers for the benefit of my boyfriend. I loved him so much. It didn't bother me one whit that he forced me to love him, that with the very same nanites I had in my brain he wrote my mind so that I was devoted to him. It was so hot. It made me so wet. I was a kinky girl before he changed me. I would have become a slut like my mother, cheating on my (hypothetical) husband with the preacher, if he didn't make it so I only craved his cock. I was free to enjoy all the pussy in the world—that made my stud-muffin hard—but only Henry's dick. And I didn't want it any other way. I still couldn't believe the Institute sent me a Halo. First Henry, and now me. daughter The internet, at least the part totally into mind control erotica, was abuzz with the reports of individuals gaining powers over the last few months. The guy down in New Mexico who turned every woman in his church, including his numerous daughters, and into his personal harem. There was the lesbian who took over her entire town and ruled like some sort of sapphic queen. The young guy who parades around his college with his older sister crawling around him proclaiming she's his bitch-whore. Now I was working with Henry to form the Mother Fucking Club at our college. I smiled. It was recruitment time. I let out a giddy giggle as I marched into the school's pool, a swim class going on. Coach Bronson, a brown-haired, butch-looking woman marched around the edge in a red, one piece bathing suit, her hair cut bull-dyke short. She looked up at me and said, “Cherry, what are you doing here?” “You have a son, right?” I asked, using my powers for the first time and... I hardly felt anything. Of course that was the sort of question a woman would answer. “Yeah,” she said. “Welcome to the Mother Fucking Club,” I said, my hands on my hips. I stepped past her and marched up to the pool. “Everyone, your attention.” A slight tingle raced through my thoughts as the college students turned to face me. The girls all wore one-piece bathing suits similar to the coach while the guys had on swimming trunks, their chests bare. The old me would have ogled the cuter guys, but I wasn't on the road to slutdom any longer. father I smiled and said, “Good, good. Coach Bronson has joined the Mother Fucking Club, which means she's a slut that loves cocks.” She knew just how much strength she could safely put behind a blow. Adarian’s jaw worked, his fists clenched to white knuckles above his shackles. I had been pretty well spent the night before, but I had had all day with Carol to build up a fresh supply of cum juice, indian so I reach down into my pocket, and pulled out a clean handkerchief. "You mean like this?" “It’s remotely controlled.” Ryan said as he got to control out and switched it on. "And Sally really loved shootin' videos of me and her dad havin' daughter sex together. The way women should be. He smiled and leaving Holly for a moment, he did what he had been longing to do since he saw these breasts on the father school bus, he opened his mouth and began to suck her entire tittie inside his mouth . . . The head on her lap shifted. “Yes, thank you.” Derek shook Sylvester’s and hand and gave a smile and cordial nod to Lilly.