."Will you take breakfast to M.Stainforth please?" he asked."I'm not your slave!" she snapped, but he looked so hurt at her comment that she immediate...y relented."Of course, I'll just get dressed." Yes, there is a maids uniform here, take it now please, milk and toast and condoms." he explained, "He needs comfort."She stared at the uniform, it was a caricature of a French maids uniform a left over from the orgy she wondered?.."Surely you don't" she started to say, but she saw it in his eyes.. I helped her off because I knew it would be her natural instinct to resume fucking up and down my cock.Jordan moved to all fours. I slid around and got behind her. I grabbed my cock, lined it up with her still open cunt, and easily pushed back in.She moaned out loudly.I thrust slowly."It feels different this way," she said."Sure, it's a different angle." Oh, that's right. It feels deeper than being on top." Do you like it deeper?" I sure do."I fucked her slowly. She was so close to orgasm a. “No!” She had not expected the outburst any more than the taken aback men, nor was she fully conscious of hastily gathering her belongings and fleeing from the room half-naked. Raspy words echoed down the hallway after her. “Belle, don’t you want to be—” “No!” she yelled again, fumbling with the handle of the front door, blinded by her own tears. She stepped into her skirt, adjusting it as she started to descend the first flight of stairs, and pulled her top down over her breasts again. There. I just couldn’t stop. It seemed that the realization that it was my mom turned me on even more, just as the fact that Mom was fighting hard to get me off of her seemed to turn me on even more. “I’m fucking my mom,” I kept chanting and thrusting. “…fucking my mom!” As I pistoned in and out of her sweet pussy, pussy that was even sweeter than my wife’s, Mom had her hand on my shoulders trying her best to push me off of her. But I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t bring myself to pull out of her. “I’m.
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