Rory walked out of his room and towards the common bathroom they all shared. It was at the end of the corridor, closest to his parent's room, and fart...est from his and his sister's, which were opposite one other.As he passed his parent's room, he thought he heard something. Like someone was hurt. A moan to be precise. He slowed down and went closer to his parents' bedroom. He was right. Someone was definitely hurt. It was his mom. He was about to knock (mom never liked it when he came in. .” “Sucks for you, slut.” I growled, and took my cock out of her pussy. She sighed in relief. “Oh, thank God, thank you, Gary.” she said, simply relieved I hadn't cum in her. I leaned over to the soap dispenser, and squeezed some in my hand. She was still pinned up against the wall, and couldn't see me. I knew I had to finish fast, or my friends would wonder what had happened. I rubbed the hand soap onto my cock, and held onto her ass. “What . . . what are you doing?” she asked. Then I thrust. He wants to take her and hold her and he wants to kiss her lips next but he’s way too far into this to stop now. She’s become wetter and wetter and needier as well. He knows it too. His fingers, deep inside her, and twirling all around drive her batty. Her body seems to be tightening up. Her ass, her thighs, her face, and he notices her hands as well. God, she’s hornier then ever. He smiles. She sees him smiling and steers her eyes at him. Oh god, I love how she looks, he thinks. How horny is. She was split, torn, fucked!"Ohhhhh, Byron!" Careful, baby. You keep doin' that with that magic ass of yours and I'm gonna cum all over this fuckin' place," he warned."I can't stop... can't..."It was true. A fire raged through Marcie, so fierce it drove out everything except her desperate desire to peak the feelings scorching through her. She couldn't stop the rhythmic milking of her cuntal muscles. The circle tightened, released, then tensed, doing this over and over again. Each time her cunt.