Parker, who was standing close to him, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her. She returned the kiss passionately. ‘I…I feel so…so naughty,’...Helen murmured. ‘Checking into a motel with you like this, it’s…it’s so…so wicked!’ ‘I think it’s exciting,’ Bobby replied. ‘I love it.’ Mrs. Parker pressed against the young man with a soft moan, locking him once more in a powerful embrace. Bobby’s arms tightened around Mrs. Parker’s lean body and his tongue caressed her lips. Her mouth opened, her. "You fucking cunt!" I shouted as my waves of climax overtook me. Keith's face was then simply deluged in my cum. It literally poured out of me, smearing my hot, sticky juice all over his eager, young face and soaking the sofa seat into the bargain!On finishing my intense shaking orgasm, Keith and I exchanged a long and lingering French kiss. His cum-coated face and tongue were both keenly lapped at and sucked by me. I enjoyed tasting my own cunt juice from this young boy's face. I felt so. She hadnt tried to fight, or even talk her way out of it really. Slowly it began to dawn on her that she had set herself up. She had put herself here, whether she wanted to be, or not. Suddenly, she was afraid of herself. Her hands were shaking slightly, as she looked around his bedroom, and realised that he was probably going to fuck her. What have you done to me? she screamed at herself, inside her head. She was looking down at the floor, so overcome with conflicting emotions, that she hadnt. He could piston more than one arm inside of me, fitting three or four tendrils in each hole, shrinking, expanding, and spiraling each round and round, spinning me around on these spindles as I rode him like a sorority girl on a mechanical bull.His feelers could grip, pinching my nipples as hard as any clamps. With his mind melded with mine, he instantly knew exactly how much I could take before I did. Limits and no's were shattered, not by force but through his peculiar expertise, knowing.