Pretty Flo's mouth was real primo and any red-blooded male would have promised her the Brooklyn Bridge to keep her busy down below. Now that she was m...rried to that prick Angelo Scarpella and living in Miami, she acted like she was the "Success Story" of the Grand Concourse. He was glad he hadn't given her the salami between her legs or she probably would have claimed one of her brats belonged to him. He already had enough troubles with the Conti's next door without any rug rats down in. I had moved my day-to-day stuff into Winn's house weeks before, but we had decided that this was the day my moving in was official. I was slightly tipsy, and looking forward to strapping Winn to the bed, eating her cunt until she cried, and then fucking her throat. When I walked in the house my cock was already making an obvious ridge in my jeans, down my left thigh. Between juggling two homes, a dog, and keeping our mutual lusts satisfied, I hadn't really met any of Winn's neighbours. She. ? She was wearing a short,silk bathrobe, loosely tied at the front, and a pair of black stiletto mules.? I was mortified, but excited too. "Nick, you are such a slut!? she ridiculed as shestrode into the room, clearly unsurprised to see me like that.? ?I come home to check on you to make sureyou're all right and not sick and I find you sluttishlymasturbating in my guest room.? I supposeyou're thinking of me again?? Are thosemy panties, you whore?? Groaning with excitement and utterly. I didn't think I ever saw him so tired in my life honestly, he was putting everything into fucking me hard. At the same time, I found myself breathing in and out quite rapidly. I felt my pussy getting really sore again.“Oh, fuck yes, Travis. Make your mom's pussy sore again, with that huge cock,” I moaned.He fucked me hard, and made sure the love flowed through, with each thrust. He blew kisses to me in the process. Then it was really becoming too much for me, so I had to take a small break for.