Oh my god! Mark! &hellip,.. Mark!…..Do something! Samantha cried, not that loudly, but definitely with force. Mark looked at Johns hands feeling up ...is wifes breasts, she was trying to turn away from her assailant, but he was much stronger than her, and his hands continued their groping. Her hands rose to push his away, but he was intent on feeling her up, and there was no way she could stop him. I brought this on myself. I should beat the crap out of this kid. This kid thats molesting. I need to cum again. Please.” I took her dick in my mouth once again. This hottie could get a blow job from me as many times as she wanted. She shoved her dick all the way to my throat. She grabbed each side of my head and started to fuck my face. With long deep swift thrusts. It let go of her and started rubbing my dick through my pants. She was fucking my face so hard that it actually hurt my throat and my nose as it was smashed against her body with each thrust. After a few thrusts she. He was watching her as her small index finger pushed the lime inside the bottle with a 'plop'. Her nails were painted silver, matching the colour of her eyeshadow . Her eyes were also lined coal and her lashes had a touch of mascara. He noticed that unlike that morning, she was also wearing blood red lipstick. It wasn't a loud, fake one that make you look cheap, it was just a touch of colour on her small, cute lips. 'So what's your story, Leni? Is Leni short for anything?' he asked leaning. She loved it. Sure, he'd played with her ass a lot recently, but it seemed like an entirely different thing when he did it while she was on all fours in the middle of her own bed, wearing nothing but her high heels. She moaned and "mmmm"-ed and repeatedly thrust her ass back into his hands.Just look at me! I wish Suzanne was here to take a picture of me. I'm such a wanton SLUT! I know I'm supposed to feel bad about devoting myself to serving my son's cock. Society would never approve. But it.