His left hand reaches to the right nipple and tweeks it while he sucks on the left one bringing her to thrust her chest up arching her back."This is s... wrong, you shouldn't be doing this, so bad, but so good. I can feel your sucking down deep in my belly, it's like a wire is attached to my nipples running deep into my belly. We should stop this."He continues to suck on her nipples back and forth, while the hand moves over her flat belly rubbing the oils into it, never ceasing. He gives special. As he tugged and squeezed on my nipples, I could feel myself getting closer again. The room was filled with the sounds of our moans and noise of our bodies slamming together, his balls slapping against my ass as he thrust deeper into me. With every stroke, I pushed back to meet him, hearing his satisfied grunts. I gripped the walls of my pussy around his shaft, whilst rubbing circles over my clit feeling all the juice running from my soaking wet cunt. I was ready to come again but wanted him to. He turned. ‘Yes, Father.’ ‘Charles, please come here.’ Father went into the Library. Charles followed. ‘What could be so bloody important this time?’ Charles thought. ‘Can’t this wait, Father? I’m…’ ‘NO! Now!’ He bellowed. Lord Berwick walked to the table and picked up the decanter. His hand shook as he poured two drinks. He drank one in a gulp and then refilled it. He handed one to Charles. ‘I’m sorry. I know you are tired but this can’t wait.’ Charles had never seen his father so upset. His. Chad would make his foreskin rub over his head, before he would push his hips up or yank his hand back down. With each stroke, she could hear him grunt, and just hearing the involuntary noises he was making brought her hand back to her pussy. Christy rubbed her cunt through her nightgown. The sheer, silky material abrading her skin. She continued to watch Chad. Chad, unaware of being watched, pulled down on his sac with his other hand, as he increased his pace. He arched his back, about to cum..