" He brought it close to my mouth, I opened up and he forced in. I gagged a little but it didn't detour him, and with a hand on the back of my head he...held the cock deep in my throat. My eyes watered as I choked on the massive cock. I finally pushed away, gasping for air and wiping tears from my eyes."I thought you were going to go easy." I said between breaths"This is going easy." He said and the others laughed. "Now you've got some other cocks to suck, better get to work." I was still sitting. Tears were running down her cheeks, and her pussy was definitely leaking as testified by the spreading wet spot in her shorts.“Mama, what’s the matter?” Amber asked, concerned.“It’s all very well for you and your sister to come here with with your babies and tales about getting fucked every night. Your father has pretty much ignored me for the last three years. I haven’t had sex in nearly a year, and I need some love,” Belinda wailed in misery.Amber gave the two babies sleeping on the sofa a. He is not an especially handsome man, but he is always very well-dressed and this adds immensely to his charm. Although he endeavours to behave casually about his wardrobe, I know him well enough by now to understand that he is very aware of how he is attired. He does not as a rule dress flashily, but even so he is something of a fashion plate, Darlington’s very own Beau Brummel. I find it unbearably charming, his sartorial vanity, especially as it is so rare in men. I stood and admired him in. I felt my own juices flush my insides and he carried on ploughing her roughly.I had to ease up on my sensitive clit but then she gulped something about cumming and she turned bright red. I think being practically upside down did not help but the skinny, old hag was gasping out what could only be a thunderous orgasm. He carried on hammering. Either looking down as he stretched out her poor bum cheeks or facing up at the ceiling with his eyes closed. She carried on grunting and moaning and my.