11-07-2003, 05:08 PM
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Join Date: Nov 2002
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Janice
Janice felt as though she was moving through whipped cream, all conscious thoughts enveloped in a slo-mo fog that kept her from resisting the primal urges that had somehow surfaced. It was wonderful and horrifying. Dirty and sweet. Overwhelming yet forbidden.
No longer able to stifle the wanton cries that escaped her lips, Jan found herself mumbling unintelligible sounds; gutteral, inhuman sounds that revealed primeval urges even she could not deny as she met her son's every thrust. Urgently. Hungrily. Knowing she had passed the point of no return, Janice Fleming gave in to her libido and stepped over the fiery edge into the depths of desire.
Jan drew her breath in sharply, her eyes still locked with Mark's, and tensed in anticipation. There was no denying her release as that wonderful butterfly feeling began to spread over her body, to that needy place between her legs. To her... Say it! You know you want to. Say it! Pussy! There! She'd said it, even if it wasn't aloud -- but the next words were.
"Are you... ready? I'm... I need... " She didn't finish her sentence. There was no need. It was there. She was cumming. Harder than she ever remembered. Janice cried out as her body was overcome by spasms and contractions as her son continued to drive himself in and out of her clenching, grasping pussy.
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