“Pull your fist out! I’m going to come.” I pulled my fist out and Jeannie had a squirting orgasm. Her pussy juices were spraying out of her cun.... “Fuck! That was hot. I’ve got to fuck you. Get on our hands and knees. Present yourself for your stud muffin. Does my MILF whore want to get fucked now?” “Please fuck me! I need my stud to fuck my cunt.” I got behind her and spread her buttocks wide and pushed my cock into her oiled up pussy. Once I got inside of her, I grabbed her hips and fucked. Elisabeth spent most of the next four days in bed, feigning sleep.2. Most Likely Caught.One night ten years later, my first wife and I decided to indulge in what was for us [oh, the innocence!] a rather risky -- and risque -- form of play we occasionally permitted ourselves. Taking scissors and needle and thread to a plain black T-shirt, size S, I quickly fashioned for her a tight micro-mini and an excessively cropped crop-top. The skirt ended an inch below her pussy lips; the top a half-inch. I asked her where the baby is. She said she had given the kid some sleeping syrup and its our night and nobody to stop us. I was in heaven and I rushed toward her hugged and started kissing passionately. We started kissing each other and my erected cock was in-between her thighs. Then she asked me to remove my clothes. I told her u have removed yours why don’t you yourself do it for me. She laughed and helped me to undress in stylish manner. Her breasts were fully swollen. I pressed them for. Randy began straining at his restraints his little pink dingding moving ever so slightly.“Those whiteboy muscles wont help you now bitch” Trixie said out loud as she turned the volume up to hear the white boys lamentations in the hopes his cries would make her little white pussy even wetter.“I thought you loved me!”, Randy sobbed, straining against his shackles. His muscled physique covered in sweat. Trixie noticed his gaudy and excessive whiteboy tribal tattoos down both of his veiny arms..