Then he put right hand on right breast and started pressing them slowly. He once again started kissing my lips with hands on boobs. With thin fabric o... kameez, I could feel his hands working on breasts. Soon with the act my mangoes were aroused and became heavier. His hands could not catch the single boob in one hand. He was caressing, pressing with more pressure and then suddenly he crushed my boobs heavily. It pained me but I could not whisper as he was still sucking my tongue. But with hands. Roberto slowly fucked me from behind as I stayed bent over, my hands on the side of the counter. I was consumed with the passion of being fucked by Byron’s roommate and knowing I would spend this day being taken by one or all three of these men, hopefully all three at the same time. “Oh fuck, I love this dick in me.” I moaned as Roberto quickened his pace from slow to medium steady strokes. “Fucking tight pussy” was all that Roberto said as he gripped my hips tighter in his hands and began. .ugh...ugh...ugh...awwgawwd...fuuuck meeeeee" Thesounds of my son begging me to fuck him was driving me to fuck him harder,pushing me closer and closer to orgasm. Clinging to his small frame.Using him, using his nine-year-old body to get me off. Because he wantedto. Because he wanted to help his daddy out. He was a good boy, a verygood, horny boy. "Fuck him good, he loves your daddy dick." I heard Daryl moan fromwhere he was sitting. I glanced over to see both Daryl and. His face got beet red from embarrassment and his arousal started to rise in the soft shorts. M looked briefly at him then grabbed the clothes and pushed them into the washing-machine. This got them to stand there and do nothing, and of course she didn't stop herself from kneeling down every now and then to give him an amazing view of her bottom, not doing much help to his now evident arousal.The situation in the bathroom was awkward, and S was the one mostly affected as he sat silently on the.