She reached forward and grabbed the metal rings on either side of her daughter’s collar and hauled Emma back on to the dildo. She then began to thru...t violently in and out of her daughter’s arse. “You won’t be able to shit for a week!” she laughed as she pounded backwards and forwards. Her mother was immensely fit and strong and sustained this onslaught for a good fifteen minutes. Eventually she tired, and pushed her shattered daughter to the floor. Emma lay panting for breath on the floor as. My focus turned to my wife who was masturbating, her fingers pumping in and out of her wet hole. The other hand moved back and forth between squeezing her breasts and massaging her swollen clit. My wife’s breathing was starting to become heavy. Her skin was glistening with a coat of sweat and her body was swaying up and down on the bed. I was beyond excited to say the least. I was surprised to find out my wife was masturbating, but I was so turned on that I didn’t care. After about ten minutes,. A man!He slides his right hand around me to take hold of the other breast, and as he does so, I feel his waist against mine. I think he is naked.He squeezes my tits, stroking the nipples, then rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers, hardening them instantly. I feel the heat rising between my legs and, as I wonder if anything is rising between his, I feel it brushing against my belly. His hard cock, soon to be inside me, I hope.His hands come up onto my back again, and his cock bumps. And after a while, Travis seemed to regain a second wind so he turned around. He turned around and laid flat face down with one leg along the sofa and the other off with his knee almost on the floor. He didn’t care about the sticky mess it may later result on the sofa, but he wanted me to continue mating him a****l style. So like a kitty in heat, he lifted up his tattered rear; his hard balls and now semi-erect, still dripping dick visible between his legs. I positioned myself behind him,.