Within the hour the apartment rang with her screams and fervent obscenities, as he pinned her to the bed with her legs spread wide, his massive cock s...rging in and out of her stretched pussy.“Oh god—oh god, you horny fucker … You horny fucking bastard … Tell me, tell me you’ll do it, tell me you’ll fuck her over some way. I’ll help you any way I can. Help me stop her fucking wedding,” she gasped, as he clutched her back and filled her up with big searching thrusts.“Oh we’ll fuck her over. Maybe she was lost in the moment. Holly knew that she was nothing other than my little whore at heart, and I’d prove it. I’d prove it right now.“Tell me you’re my little whore.” I breathed, keeping up my full pace.“What?” It sounded like perhaps she didn’t hear me.“Tell me ... you’re my ... cheap, little, useless, cocksleeve whore!” I panted emphatically, shoving my cock inside her extra deep to really make sure she got the point.“Aaron, stop.”I blinked and immediately froze where I was. I had. She knew the relationship was different than she might have expected, but it seemed to work for them. As she entered the house from the garage and pressed the button on the wall to close the double door of the garage, she was still musing about them. She sighed heavily as she dropped her large shoulder bag and purse on the kitchen table. If she were completely honest with herself, she was jealous of her daughter and the relationship she had with Ty. Sighing again, she didn’t know why she did. My hands, face and body glistened from all her expulsions and the room filled with a beautiful earthy aroma of sex. Cindy lay face down on the massage table completely spent. She was quiet, her breathing non-existent and her body dead to the world after that mind-blowing eruption. Her legs and ass were all covered with a thick layer of organic female fluids. What happened next, I couldn’t really explain. I was so intoxicated by the raw sexuality, the pheromones, the smell, the sight of it all,.