Hermione was softly moaning Ron's name and shaking violently as she felt the waves of pleasure beginning to rise. "Oh fuck. I love you, Hermione," Ron...gasped as he splattered her picture, and everything in range with thick ropes of cum. For twenty seconds, he shot spurt after spurt, struggling to control the volume of the moans that was causing. At last, he collapsed on the bed beside Hermione's legs. If those had been solid, they would have been glazed with cum. Hermione didn't need to worry. He knows that he’ll be rewarded, anyway, perhaps by getting a turn to knock up Sister Amanda or one of the others. He’ll know from day one that this isn’t his baby and he’ll raise it happily as his own, anyway. Our deal is that he got the firstborn, but that’s it. All future offspring sired on me are by other men. My third hubby needs a chance to put one in my womb, too, doesn’t he?” Jessica certainly pressed her case.“Well, you certainly know how to sell me on the idea, and I do need a second. Holding onto Sylvia’s waist, he moved his hips from side to side to open her asshole a little more. Pausing in his fucking, he ran his hands along Sylvia’s smooth hips and waist, and he cupped her tits. He rubbed his hands over them, squeezing her nipples. Massaging her tits in gentle circles, he started stroking her asshole with his cock once again. He knew she liked it when she started moving with him.Sylvia dreamily closed her eyes. She shivered, feeling the hands playing with her tits and. There are drinks in the fridge if you want something, I won't be long."She opened the refrigerator and took out a can of soda, popped it open, and as she sipped it she began looking around his apartment. Off to the left of the living room was a smaller room and when she peeked inside the door she saw that it was his home office. A pretty typical setup; desk, chair, bookcases, computer desk but behind his desk was a wall full of framed photographs and certificates. She walked over and began.