Ussi pth ke bal karke usake pith ko kis karte karte maine uske bra ka huk khola or kis karta raha.Aur fir sidha karke usake bade gore boobs ko chusata...gaya aur katata bhi tha bich me.Usaka moaming chalu thammuuu hhh plz nil mujhe choda aur na tadpao.Main usaki nabhi ke upar apni juban ghumane laga aur dono hatho se usake boobs bhi press karta raha woh muuuhh aahhh chodo mujhh hheee mujhe tere bacch kimmmaaaa aba naooona plzzz.Maine usake panty ki aur badha woh 1 bar jhad chuki thi usane baraya. . yeah, that would be really cool. That's NOT the way I meant it and you know it. He knows that I'm your mother; he knows that you're both fucking me and he definitely knows that I AM a slut. So what exactly are YOU telling me I HAVE to do? He looked straight into my eyes…. Spread your legs and let him fuck you. I started placing a LOT of emphasis on my words, hoping that he would keep going with this. Yummy, is he the only one, after all, once he's done my tattoo's EVERYBODY will know that. You will learn to do as I say. I didn’t want you to smoke because you said your throat was sore. I let you have your smoke and you disrespected my kindness by blowing it in my face.” You are more sad than angry; I can tell this by your tone. It makes me cry harder, I hate making you sad. You continue to spank me and lecture me for a further 5 minutes before you stop and rub my cheeks again.“You said you had a sore throat and a fuzzy head. My job as your Sir is to take care of you but you are so. Stepping closer, he pressed himself to her. He didn't care that he had a raging hard-on by now. "You scared me," she responded. "So I noticed." He had her pinned between the counter and his body, preventing her from turning around. He could feel her wiggling almost unnoticeably , making him achingly hard. Looking over her shoulder, her eyes connected with his. He expected to see some alarm and apprehension, but all he saw was amused defiance. "Are you going to help me get that down or are.