I can feel your clit throb with each lick. I move my fingers to the labia on the other side and repeat the process.I’m enjoying watching your pussy ...well and darken. It’s opening up like a flower. Your lips are puffy. Your clit hard and protruding. The opening to your pussy is gaping open just a little, inviting further penetration. I watch as a clear line of your juices leaks out of the bottom of your pussy. Your hips rocking back and forth. You ache to feel me inside you again.I oblige your. At the table were 2 women. She introduced me Danielle Lisa and Lisa’s boyfriend named Chris. I really only remember Danielle cause I’m not really into chocolate. Lisa was black. Danielle was a white girl. Danielle had black hair and green eyes. Pretty face with nice juicy lips. Her tits were small but perky. The guy I pretty much I don’t remember. I was focused on Danielle. White girls are my weakness. You can say the white women are my kryptonite. The problem about hitting on Danielle was 2. It was insane. She was my mother. It was so wrong.Yet felt so wonderful.I savored the incestuous heat growing inside of me. That wonderful delight built at the tip of my cock as her hot mouth milked me. My pussy clenched every time she sucked. My breasts jiggled. I grabbed her black hair. I held onto her as my bowels squeezed down around her thrusting digits.Her other hand stroked up my thighs. I gasped as my mother's touch rose higher and higher. Then she was touching me. Stroking me. She. Stepping closer he cupped it with his hand. It felt hot and definitely firm. He squeezed it, and closed his eyes when a throbbing thrill started spreading.Moving his fingers away he clearly saw the shape of his cock’s glans, pressing into the thong. A damp spot made the gill-like underside even more visible, like a pale, silvery fish gasping to get up and out of the net it was caught in.A small fish it was, but very visible.Lucian slid a hand inside the thong’s front to tuck down the telltale.