You made me a cum slut, and I love doing it. I just can’t say it. I hate saying those naughty things. I love your hard cock so much I get wet wh...n I think about it. So if you want to, brother… fuck me.”I started grinding against her ass. She shook her head back and forth, moving her hips back and forth, bouncing against me.My throbbing cock was aching in the back of my pants. I wanted her pussy more than anything. My sister was the perfect lover.I pulled my dick out and placed. He put his head back in his hands and again sobbed quietly. She looked at him and spoke quietly, telling him he was naughty, that she would whip his bottom, that she would always whip him or thrash him when he had done wrong, that he should look up to women not consider them as sex objects, that he must learn to control his sexual thoughts, that from now on she would take much more direct control of his life, she might ask about his masturbation, she might even restrict it, she would ask how. She had nice hands -- smooth looking. She had at least a size 'C' rack -- probably 'D' -- and it was real and her bras tended to look like they were having a tough time keeping it up close to where it was supposed to be. She either lived with her mother or visited her every day, from conversations I'd had with her or overheard; 'Mom' seemed to be the center of her life outside work. Given the fact that Rachel was in her late twenties or early thirties, that was sad, in a way.Mort and I decided. His dick was stuck over in her cheek, pushing it out. That plus the drool on her chin was quite a sight. She looked really stressed, and that last time in her throat she was starting make gagging noises. While that excited him all the more, he figured she would barf or some stupid shit like that if he throat-blasted her. She had a few fingers around the base, and was jacking him too, and that was just too-too much. Jay knew the hubby would he home soon so, as his hips began to convulse and.