It felt like forever; her entire world narrowing down to the feel of Harry’s cock working inside her, teasing out her orgasm until it felt like it w...uld go on and on endlessly, the wetness of her own spend dripping down her thighs as Harry rode her through it.Pleasure cresting, Molly whimpered as Harry’s thrusts gradually slowed until he was still inside her, cock still hard and straining her in pussy despite her own orgasm. Panting, Molly slumped against the countertop, legs quivering and weak. I waited, and waited. I tried to be patient, but I was getting worried that something had happened. I wanted to be next to him to comfort him; I wanted to see him smile again. Every day that I waited, my heart ached, so I decided to give him a surprise visit hoping that it will mend the broken connection between us. I was sure that he had a reason for not contacting me. I packed clothes for a three day visit, and drove for two hours just to go see him. I went to his house and asked for him but. "It's not yours." Carly had dropped her trench coat a little over an hour before, revealing her naked body underneath. She had tossed it onto the sofa and neither she nor her son gave it another thought."Um ... it's..." Stephen was stammering again. "Paige, I..." You son of a bitch! That sure as hell isn't your coat, is it? Whose is it, Stephen? Who's here with you?" Paige surveyed the room and for the first time saw the French doors to the bedroom. She walked quickly and purposefully in that. Her lips trembled, puffy and bruised from the force of his thrusting cock. Saliva ran in sticky, glistening rivlets from her stuffed mouth until it hung in messy ropes from her chin. Silmaria didn’t care. She didn’t care how wicked and depraved she must look. She didn’t care that her scalp hurt where he gripped her hair or that her throat was raw with use or that she got lightheaded as he held her face down, her nose pressed to his pubic bone with his heavy cum-filled balls warm and weighty on.