Rounding the corner of her street she said again, “No more.” Miranda decided what she needed was to stop wallowing. So she ran a bath to shave and...buff every inch of her then showered to wash her hair. She was going out. She was sitting at the bar sipping on her third coconut mojito and watching the crowd. Her short, tight, ass hugging red dress and her four inch high, silver, peep-toed heels left little doubt that Miranda was on the lookout for a rebound. There were a dozen men that she could. I need it. I'm so horny! I even want my husband to fuck me with his little cock. I just need it!”“Once you milk out every drop of Clint's cum,” my lover moaned, her pregnant pussy squeezing around my fingers. “Then you can cum!”“Yes!” the MILF moaned.“Goddamn, her pussy just got tighter,” groaned Clint. “She wants my jizz bad. Your mother's a fucking slut. A married whore who can't control herself.”“She can't!” moaned Stefani. “Right, Mommy-slut?”“I need my sexy Daughter to control my whorish. Then Brad spoke again.“I want you to know Marie that you are a worthless cunt, lower than a street whore because a street whore has the dignity to set a price on her body, but you set no price on yourself, just offer yourself to anyone, so that means that even in your own mind you are worthless.”“There was only one thing that I wanted, and that was to fuck Jane, but you prevented me from doing that. Oh I know that it was very pleasant to have you suck my cock and I was delighted when you showed. Kurt had ran upstairs but I was distracted by the other guy lining up towards my mouth and forcing me to take his entire length in my open mouth. As one cock probed further and further into my pussy another was choking me off all oxygen through va vicious face-fucking. Only being allowed to take momentary bursts of air made the pounding I was getting from below even more pleasing and according to the increased moans coming from underneath me it was making me tighter and tighter. As I entered an.