? She felt like her skin was crawling. She had been denied breakfast herself, heraunt had been very firm about that.? ?Ifyou want breakfast, get up ea...lier.? It?syour job to get things ready for the rest of us.? We come first.? If you can?t get things ready for us, youdon?t deserve to eat.? She had been made to clear the breakfast thingsaway, still hungry.? Finally she hadsummoned up the courage to ask a question. ?Can I have a shower please, Aunt Susan?? ?Well, I suppose you?d better.? You. On top of that, the scent of saliva and ass invade his nostrils, like it was doing mine at the moment. Yet, those things don’t deter a real ass lover while he’s feasting on two round spheres of succulent ass. The problem with having my mother’s ass drenched in drool was that it made it difficult for me to properly bite into the plump portion of assmeat closest to her crack. Each time I’d attempt to bite into some dough, my teeth would slide along her skin, making it near impossible for me to. I was squirming, struggling, my legs flailed as I tried to move from his strong grip, to no avail. I brought my hand up to push against his hip, and I quickly felt his hand tightly grip my wrist and throw my hand to the side. He pulled my head back swiftly and popped from my lips.I'd never been treated sexually like this before. I've had lovers who were rough, who have spanked me, or pinned my hands, but this was different. He was raw, carnal, dominating over me. That line of 'feeling safe' was. My mother had been dating this big black thug for about 2 months prior to this, and I had often used my dildo imagining it being his big thick cock fucking me. He was a dick to me because I was small and white and so in his eyes not a real man, but this didn't bother me as it secretly really made my boi pussy twitch every time he hurled abuse at me. One day I was at home and my mum went to work, I ran into her room and put on my favourite outfit, stuck the dildo on the wall and loaded up some.