"Oh, he's a bit cold. I make him sleep on the cement basement floor with only one thin blanket. Of course he sleeps bare assed. Faggot boys are not al...owed clothing in my house."?? ? "Why the fuck do you give him a blanket? Do you want to spoil the fucking cunt? Next thing he'll want to use the toilet!" ??? ? "Oh no, not as long as he lives in my house. He shits and pisses in a litter box, like the piece of shit queer cocksucking faggot his mother turned him into."??? ? ?It was true. The boy. She knew every detail on it. The thick vein that runs up the right side, the piece of foreskin that catches forming four little ridges at the bottom of the head, the small gathering of spots located near his ball sack. She knew every square inch of his dick. Although not a virgin she was naturally tight meaning it still caused her pain to be fucked by big dicks. Although his wasn't particularly big it felt it inside of her. Gradually he picked up the pace. He never could go slow, he could only. But this gave her an idea. She grimaced at the thought, but it could work. She pulled the hem of her top down as far as she could, the material creaking and stretching in protest as it struggled in vain to cover her immense form. Once it was as far as it could go, she took a deep breath and pushed out her stomach, allowing it to quickly increase in size. For a moment, it seemed like it wouldn’t work, the shirt dug into her painfully as it tightened even more, but it quickly gave up, the. I moaned heavily. After about an hour of foreplay, I saw him sitting with his love-stick in his hand. He was between my legs. He was on top of me.He lifted my legs and I placed them on his shoulders. He placed his love-stick on the opening of my love-pot and he penetrated his big love-stick in my love-pot, sucking my lips. He gave a fast and hard push. I could feel love-stick moving in and out.The thick love-stick swiftly moved in and out of the lubricated love-pot. He kept the speed.