She sound at once calm and also brittle, like she was barely suppressing her emotions. You are such a nasty slut. Pleasure shot through my body. Oh, god, I can’t control myself.”
“It’s amazing,” Keily moaned in agreement. To feel her heat on my tongue, to taste her juices without cotton seasoning the flavor. My big crush was on Keily, but I had noticed how sexy our widowed mother was. She was touching my pussy. I dragged my tongue through my mother’s folds, savoring them. I pinched them, tingles racing to my futa-dick held in Mom’s grip. I savored the feel of her flesh milking the cum out of my dick. Tears squeezed out. I clenched both her butt-cheeks, my cock throbbing. I groaned, my pussy clenching. I did, sliding off her lap. “I don’t know why. I heard scraping of wood. Oh, yes! “Oh, wow. Plus, it was still fun having my pussy licked and fingered when I didn’t have my cock.
