Ich bockte mich meinem Vater entgegen, der immer schneller und tiefer in mich hineinstieß. Wie ein wildes Tier fickte er mich und ich kam kaum mit de... Atmen hinterher, zumal mir die Fotze auf meinem Gesicht das nicht gerade erleichterte.Meine Zunge schnalzte über den Kitzler meiner Mutter, als diese sich aufbäumte und meinen Mund mit ihrem Liebessaft flutete. War das ein geiler Geschmack, ein geiles Gefühl! Ich hatte es meiner Mutter besorgt! War für ein überwältigendes Erlebnis! Sie schob ihre. I licked up and down her sweet-tasting slit, flicking my tongue on her clit, then back up and down.Paige put her elbows and knees on the top of the stairs. I pulled her ass cheeks apart and kept my tongue working her pussy over, teasing her by slipping it in her, then pulling out to lick around it, then back in again. Tasting her pussy was amazing; it had been so long for me, I was just enjoying myself.I could feel that Paige was, as well. Her ass moved towards my mouth every time I moved it,. We saw each other as rivals and enemies rather than potential friends or lovers. Why was that? Unlike most sisters who will start enumerating the myriad faults of black men, I thought there were reasons on both sides why we weren’t getting along. Somewhere along the past four decades, black men and black women began to distrust, and hate each other. Our communities were rife with conflict. We cheated on each other. We abused each other. We betrayed and manipulated each other. We denigrated each. "Look at how wet you have made me." My son smiled as he fucked my tits. I rubbed my fingers across his lips, immediately Alex licked off my wetness from his lips. "You taste good mom. I want more." So I did as my son asked. I fingered myself more as he pumped away at my tits. I would pull my fingers out of my pussy and feed them to him. I really wanted to make myself orgasm but I knew my son would not last that long judging by the increasing frantic glazed over look in his eyes. "Mmm,.