Fuck me with all your cock. I want it all. I want to fuck my dirty, little cunt raw. Ohhh Goddd!"I was getting what I wanted. He was fucking me with a...l his raw power. He was like a primal a****l while fucking me. He was pumping his cock in and out of me faster.While fucking me, he started to rub my clit with his one hand. The other one was tightening around my neck, slowly choking me. While slowly cutting my oxygen supply, his fingers on my clit fastened. I was very close to coming. The. ..my faul, fault, mate, shooorry". This is but a sample of what I was having to put up with, with him still in a heap at my feet as I looked down at him in disgust.Thank God my son wasn't anything like him. Typical chav; dressed in blue tracksuit pants, white Adidas trainers with green stripes, black socks, and a cheap-looking white hoodie, with a Chelsea baseball cap on his head. What attracted my attention was a black device around his right ankle, it was an electronic tag, used to monitor. Post the customary water and stuff, I pulled her towards me and started kissing her. It was awesome the way she was kissing me back, like amazing hungry. Our tongues were playing with each other.Gradually, I moved my hands down toward her neck. After caressing her neck, I moved down, slowly feeling her huge mountains over the dress all the time without breaking the kiss.Then I slowly started to remove her gown and in some time, she was standing in front of me in her bra and petticoat. Wow, what. She downedher espresso like a shot of whisky, and then did a double take. "Damn,girl; you sure gave me something to look at this morning! Might have totake your sweet ass back upstairs!" Bacon." Ah. Say no more."Fully satisfied with myself, I smiled and minced back to the kitchen,feeling Margret's eyes inspecting me all the way. I was wearing brightyellow ankle-strap sandals that had an intricate system of straps criss-crossing from the toes all the way up to the thick straps thatsurrounded my.