He was punishing me. I was enjoying every fucking second if it. He fucked my bulged throat slow and deliberately and held my head a few seconds longer...than he should’ve each time. “God, I love fucking a whore’s throat, you are such a filthy girl. Stand up,” he commanded, “and pull those down”, his finger pointed to my dampened panties and stockings. While I complied with his ‘request’, he turned the volume up on my music. I knew what that meant. He removed his pants entirely and tossed them. Her other hand reached out from where it had been clutching her sheets, her fingers flexing in vain; the lights in her room flickered as her body arched and she let out a low wail as she came again, squirting this time and spraying cum all over her dresser, a few feet from the foot of her bed. Her head rolled and she groaned, panting; her second hand not holding the machine flexed, and the lights dimmed even further, this time sparks leapt from an exposed power outlet across the room, almost as. .. take that rubber dick ... you know that you love it!” Cassie taunted Dietrich as she used a spare vibrator on him with her hands instead of a thigh harness.“Damn ... MEIN GOTT! Bitte ... mein Susse! MEIN GOTT! MEIN GOTT!” Dieter shouted rather loudly as he took that sex toy inside him until my wife bottomed-out right at his prostate.I really pushed further inside my darling daughter, Amerys (“Amy” for short), admiring her wonderful bottom as I rogered her but good. I pulled her lovely blonde. As she moved passed him, he inhaled the same sweet perfume she wore at the washateria, and his eyes feasted on her large breast, as she walked passed him and into his living room. "My you have a nice place here Mark." He watched the sway of ass as she struted around the room looking at everything, before turning to him with aVoluptuous smile. "I bet your wife helps you keep this place up." "Am I right Mark?" she said, smiling at him teasingly. For a moment Mark just stared at her opened.