I lifted up on my elbows, cheeks and chin glossy with her juices and looked around her bedroom. “What the hell was that?” I asked, concerned that ...t might be a car door slamming in her garage. “It’s probably just the washer,” she said, out of breath, “I threw a load of my husband’s work clothes in the wash just before you came in and the stupid washer is off balance. It should stop in a few minutes.” Her hands clawed eagerly at my ears but I broke away and headed toward the laundry room,. Yours are so much bigger." But... but Cal doesn't care, he loves you. Anyone can see that," Maddy insisted."Uh, huh." Oh," Maddy breathed after a pause, realizing the point Cheryl was making about how Hector felt."You met Tessa, right?" Cheryl asked and Maddy nodded. "Well, she'd win any 'best boobs' contest she entered. Cal went with her before we got together. Think that didn't give me a confidence problem?" The point is," Cheryl went on, "Cal knows I'm not secure with my little ones, and he. You're more of a whore than I thought. You like being called names, huh? What a dirty slut." She gulped. She felt the blood rush to engorge her clit. He slammed his finger into her again. She tensed in pain. He withdrew, and eased it in slower this time. He quickened the pace gradually, and she couldn't help but quicken her breathing as he fingered her. Suddenly he ceased his stroking and drew back onto his knees. He knelt on her bed directly between her knees. His jeans were tented out a. My tongue flicked faster and faster, gaining the desired response from her with each passing second, until abruptly she clamped her legs around my head, trapping my face between.“I’m cumming,” she cried, her whole body convulsing above me, “I’m cumming.” Her voice was distraught and uninhibited. Her legs gripped me tight, pulling me into her, burying my face into her now sopping mass, my nose grinding against her clitoris.The sounds above me were barely human. Moaning, grunting and carefree,.