Her wet sloppy pussy took it without any resistance. She screamed.There was no more space for my cock in her pussy and there were still almost 2 inche... left to go. I started stroking her pussy. She was crying. Her face was blood red. I started smooching her again and said that I loved her. She kissed me back and said she loved me too.I turned her to the doggy position and stroked her for 10-20 minutes. I was hitting the walls of her pussy. I asked to sit down on her knees just before I was. " But..." He was nice to you?" Yeah."That wasn't all of it, either. "Spit it out, Son. There's nothing you can say that will set me off." I think he, uh, likes my ass," Pete said finally."Okay," I replied, "How do you feel about that?" Weird." Weird, how?" Well..."I chuckled. "Son, I can read you like a book, so just come out with it." It, uh, might be nice..." Might be," I agreed."I've never done it." Well, you can ask him -- or are you asking me?" I asked."I, uh, you..." He hung his. In one quick movement, Joe grabbed Lydia's hands and forced them behind her back, her startled gasp spurring him on. He lifted the kimono hem and rubbed his cock over her pussy, leaving a thin line of glistening pre-cum on her lips.With his thighs, he forced her legs apart and prepared to shove his cock inside her. But he didn't want to fuck Lydia in the kitchen. Joe glanced at the clock. Although Gina would be out all day, he knew that time was of the essence: his daughter was due home soon. But I also knew the punishment would be worse than some expired wet food.My Miss removed her boot from my face and positioned herself behind me. Hot breath rasped against my ear, thick with lust, while she leaned over and stroked my kitty ears, “If you finish before you cum, I’ll let you eat my pussy for dessert.”The game should have ended there, but her offer was catnip to my ears. Against my better judgment, I found myself responding, “Yes, Miss.”My cunt decided for me.Tenderly, she reached.