The bartender picked up his pace as he fucked my sloppy ass. Finally he grunted as he unloaded his load deep inside me. I felt cum running down my leg... as he pulled out. The bartender's buddy continued to ream his cock in and out of my aching throat as I tried my best to provide suction and tongue action to get him off. Finally he held his cock deep in my throat and spent his load. Immediately he pushed me away and I fell on the floor in an exhausted heap."Get up bitch." It was Bernard's voice.. She felt as if she had a rid of red hot iron inside her, she could feel him pulsating. She shivered as he pinched her nipples. She looked across the table, seeing Esme eating her pancakes as if it were perfectly normal to have someone being fucked over the breakfast table. Esme just smiled at her.Paul began fucking his mother with long smooth strokes, he was close to orgasm himself so deliberately slowed down to delay the moment. He saw Eva enter and start clearing plates away, he saw her. To him she was nothing compared with the heft of the many items he had to maneuver throughout the day. Though, at dinner he always insisted she eat a large portion of the meals she made in order to keep her plump and pretty. She hated how his eyes were always boring into her whenever they sat down to a meal, watching to make sure she did not eat lightly. He lay her down upon the large feather tick, his large, rough hand roving her soft body as he kissed her. She cried out softly in protest when. Down the liquid had gone, scorching her throat as it went. Then, finally, the hand was removed from her nose and she was shoved down on the seat, into her assailant’s lap. She had gulped in breath after breath of precious fresh air before she tried to speak. ‘Quiet,’ someone hissed, pushing a blunt object into her back. ‘Behave and no one will do anything too unpleasant. But if you want to be difficult…’ The male voice chuckled, obviously enjoying April’s fear. That’s all it took for her. She.