Each gush of fluid excited him all the more. The hot, slickness inside my velvet softness was becoming more than either of us wanted to resist. When h... threw back his head, closed his eyes tight and his moans became cries of passion, mine joined in harmony. I realized the strength of my own contractions around him were matched by the sounds of our voices. The sounds of wetness as our bodies slapped together drove me to buck against him more. Was there no end to this feeling? Was there no end to. The head of the teenager's astonishing cock pushed on the direct center of her crotch and in a heartbeat her soaked labia were split apart. Then she uttered many useless protests and moans in an attempt to gain some pity. When the head of the teenager's daunting pecker pushed on her soaked labia, the moment of truth sounded."Oh gawd, you're inside. Dear gawd, Chad, you can't ... we can't. You have to stop."Chad merely grinned and arched his back, as much as he could. The vast lubrication oiled. I had never done anything like this before and I was so nervous about it. When I reached the top and turned onto the landing there it was, the washing basket! I could not believe it. This was going to be so easy. I dipped my head into the rooms to again double triple check it was just me around. I didn’t want to get caught before I had even had a chance. I reached the hamper and lifted off the lid, setting it down at the side. “Perfect!”, I whispered. The basket was full. Jumpers, jeans,. "My husband has a great cock, how about him? He's available."Thus ended that little melodrama and Amy had my brother's cock on speed-dial ten minutes later."Alright, um ... Which one of you is the bride?" Meredith looked between us with a grin and settled on Katrina. "It must be you, right?" Yeah," my slave smiled and rubbed her round tummy through the satin of her wedding gown."Are you sure you don't want a tux?" Meredith asked me and the owner of the Chapel on the Hill wasn't teasing."Nope!".