“I’m going to cum soon! I’ve got to pull out!” With that, Mrs. Thomas brought her legs down, wrapped them around his body and told him that he...was going nowhere. She was like a woman possessed, thrusting her hips forward into Harry. She wanted him to cum inside her. He couldn't stop, as her hips were thrusting forward. It made him want to thrust harder into her. It was an automatic thing for him to do. Their bodies were hitting each other hard and red marks were now appearing between their. Stacy watched her slut mother, her tonguelolling out of her mouth like she was nearing water; bury her face into Stacy'sdripping snatch! Feeling her mother's experienced tongue inside of her pussy;licking and slurping up her juices like they were the best aphrodisiac in theworld! Combined with the savage ass fucking her brother was giving, it wasn'tlong until Stacy's eyes rolled up into her head as she screamed with climax;her body was sweating and writhing about like she was being electrocuted. She curled the top of them down and she slid them done to her ankles. I then saw on of the most beautiful things in my life. She had very well trimmed pubs leading in a triangle pointing straight down to her Pussy. Her vagina was right at my head level with her standing up and me still in the chair. I could feel my dick getting harder. I was at about half way. Luckily I was wearing jeans so she couldnt see anything. I felt like her pussy lips were calling to me. GOD DAMMIT! I want her so. No, Master,” I stuttered. She clenched a handful on my hair and pulled my head back. “Are you sure? I’m hurting you a lot and you’re so weak.” “Please don’t stop, Master.” She pulled me backed toward the bed and threw me onto it. She was so strong for her size. I lay back and closed my eyes. Something clamped around my wrist and I looked up. She had handcuffed me to the headboard with a fur lined cuff. I considered the implications of that. The soft cuff would not chafe my wrist. I could.