”The hunky man took her panties from the floor, used them to grab Calvin’s head from behind and forced him to stay longer on his cock. Dave grunte... as he kept fucking his face, viciously.Any other woman would have felt humiliated or disgusted but not Charisma. She was filled with scorn, with resentment, but also with sexual attraction.Her anger drove her hand to rub her clit. Only a woman as twisted as her husband could take on a man like Dave and damn, she knew she was that woman.“Hey,. "Well mom, you do have a really nice pair of hooters. A good couple of handfuls." They were nice. When he had reverted her appearance back to age twenty-five he'd had her breasts lifted so they were a lot perkier now than they were before extraction."Such a pervert, even your own mother isn't safe from your gross lust. Completely shameless, exposing yourself to her like that. Did you think that showing mommy your dick would have her doing whatever you wanted?"Naked, he crossed the room to her. Soon I was texting back and forth setting up a location. I texted the name of the restaurant I was at, and asked if was close enough. The text reply was yes and what about a place to actually fuck. I texted back that I would be at the motel across from the restaurant. The text I received next was a question I had not gave much thought to. I was asked if the sex or orientation of the respondent mattered. I answered, as long as YOU want to GET fucked, then I was ok with that, being I am a. "As I closed my eyes and tried to picture my imaginary wife's make-believe breasts, my body started to spasm, wave after wave of intense pleasure pulsating through my tortured body."Her tits, her tits..." I began, but I didn't finish as my cock violently erupted, huge ropes of spooge ejaculating from my untouched tool, splashing my stomach and chest in shot after shot of warm, sticky jizz."Holy fuck," Tony exclaimed. "I think you just had the big O, Mr. Smith. Guess I touched your g-spot, huh.