I tense up, feeling my load rushing into my cock, then it explodes into her mouth. Her lips clampdown, containing it all, waiting for me to finish bef...re swallowing. I can’t help but wonder if she did that so we wouldn’t have to have sex.(Skylar)I sit across from Alice, waiting for the check for our dinner. Besides talking in passing, we don’t know each other well, so we both thought it a good idea to spend some time together. Dinner was good, and so were our conversations so far. I learned. ‘She’s mine.’ She snorted. ‘And I’m the queen of the fucking moon.’ ‘You calling me a liar, now?’ ‘We both know you’re a liar, the question is how you’re gonna make me forget.’ Ah. Right. This was a language I understood well. One brief negotiation later and we were off across the bridge, a few coins lighter, but not nearly so many as our friendly captain had hoped. I’d learned to haggle from a llama driver I fucked once in Jenn. She hadn’t quite gotten the deal she’d hoped for, either. The. She was flushed because of the spanking and because of the humiliation.Philip and Theresa Compton were transfixed by what they were witnessing.SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Beryl's arse cheeks were burning.SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! The fifty-nine-year-old woman was howling like a baby but at last, the spanking stopped and John pushed her to the floor."Now she has been punished," he announced to his stunned guests.With Beryl crying on the floor the Compton's shuffled out of the house still in somewhat of a. Yet here he was, her son. Lying on her marriage bed, completely naked lying in a position he had to be in because her husband told him it made her mouth water. Conflicting thoughts were going through Jennifer's mind. He was her son, this wasn't supposed to happen, at least not out of fantasy; She should get dressed; She should feel ashamed; This was all just a dream.Yet Jennifer's perverted alter ego dismissed it all. She knew it was her son lying on her bed, yet that was exactly the reason why.