He rose again to place a long, wet kiss on her already bruised lips, his fingers delving into the soft, rich mane of her hair. Her fingers clutched at...the edge of the desk for support as she moaned into his mouth. Damon couldn’t understand what was happening to him. Making slow, sensuous love to that girl was the last thing he had on his mind. He wanted to fuck her hard, bent her over the desk and screw her from behind, treating her like the whore she was. But he was lost into her soft, wet. We both looked at each other. Suddenly I felt my dick getting harder. I jerked off faster.John seemed to be on the verge."Fuck yeah!" John yelled. His dick glistening wet with lube. His face painted with sweaty ecstacy.He shouted a deep guttural moan as he shot several spurts of cum across the table and even on the laptop and Webcam.Immediately, I also shot a powerful load onto the table and couch. I jerked and convulsed and moaned as the cum escaped from my dick.A moment later, we were both. My aunt brushed off Miss Tate’s shoulders and the lap of Miss Tate’s white skirt like mom’s black one. Aunt Terri swept her hair up and put it in another separate bag. When the hot cream was applied to Miss Tate’s scalp, I felt her squeeze my hand even tighter. She groaned and I was sure she just had an orgasm right there. I watched her head become bald and noticed her tan was on her neck and face but her head was white like the rest of us.Aunt Terri did Pam next. When she was done with her,. Shaking her cock, she ordered me, “Come here.”She positioned me on the table edge. “Bend over.”I positioned myself on the table.“Yeah, that’s a perfect position to bang that gorgeous booty,” she checked from behind.I turned my head back.“Stay in the same position,” she ordered me.“Ok, sweetie.”“Ummm. Please don’t be offended. Can I ask something?”“Sure, honey.”“Can I worship your ass while you stay in the same pose?” she asked.Even I didn’t know what it meant.“Hope it’s not anal,” I asked.“No,.