The weather hadn’t been the least bit hospitable the last few weeks. Everyone in the area was getting tired and cranky because of it. We had been se...ing each other for quite some time and loved being together. Oh sure there were hard times and fights. But we always seemed to get through them. He was perfect for me, and I was perfect for him. I remember this Valentines Day in particular because I had been busy, as had my sweetie. It had been several days since we had any time alone together. I. Her pussy convulsed around me. Her hot cunt sucked at my dick. I growled through my clenched teeth. I savored every last spurt of cum into her cunt. Every last blast of my seed erupting into her hot twat.“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned. “Oh, my God, your son is amazing, Las! He's breading me!”“Yes!” I snarled. I pumped all my spunk into her. I emptied my balls. The pleasure hit that peak. I roared my triumph, cuckolding the monster in the pit. He curled up in a ball as his women panted for me. I. She was very good at it, she performed like an expert. And yes, she was better at it then Prema.She then pushed me on the bed and continued her sucking. Her saliva was flowing on my dick and she was going slurp, slurp – up and down. I was holding on to her boobs and was kneading them. Though she was older than Prema, her boobs were surely larger, wholesome and in better shape. She kept going at my dick like a woman who has missed sex for a very long time and after ten minutes I shot my cum. Che succede?" I saw a man turn around in front of her, but just then another man stepped in front of her and blocked her from the guy that turned. So I was suddenly looking into the smiling face of Candy's cousin Carlo, the infamous heart thief that she had told me so much about from her childhood and her visits to Italy to see her Aunt Martha. Carlo was born in the US and lived here for the first 10 years of his life, but went with his his parents to Italy when his papà's company made him a.