"Now, get to work."What could I do but bring my hands up to my tits and push them together, making a soft place for him to rub his cock between while ...is saliva ran down the crack between my tits for lubrication. I began to move my body and my tits up and down for him and the tip of his cock began to poke my chin. Before I could adjust, I felt his hand on the back of my head pulling my mouth down to accept his tip as it came up. I opened my mouth and accepted him inside again; at least it was. ”And he went and licked his lips and like, he wasn’t joking. He reached out and took hold of my hand and pulled me down on top of him and he kissed me on the lips. What the fuck was going on? I brought my lips from his and I just sat on the edge of the sofa. My mate propped himself up on his elbow and smiled.He said, “That was proper nice.”Yeah, it was. But I didn’t know what to say.Then my mate said, “Just coz we’re lads it doesn’t mean to say we can’t have a kiss and a cuddle.”“No.”Then. The hole hugs my tongue every time I pull out and sucks it back in every time I push. Mom's pushing back into me, too. I know she's loving this. After a couple of minutes of fucking Mom's shithole with my tongue, I force it in as far as I can get it and wiggle around inside. Movement is restricted because of how tight it still is past the wrinkly entrance, but I am able to try to lick her interior anal walls a few inches deep. (Beth)"Mmmmm. Yes, baby. Yes." My son is licking around the inside. Twenty minutes late, he rushed into the lobby of the Hyatt authentically upset for being tardy; slipping the bellboy $50 to take the rest of his luggage to his room. He'd wanted to be there early to make a good first impression but midtown traffic wasn't so kind. As arrogant as he tended to be, he did understand the rules of D/s play and was fully aware that leaving a Domme waiting was a big no-no. She was already there, seated at the table of the restaurant, looking just as one would think a.