My erection probed against the inside of her thigh as I supported myself over her. Her skin was like satin, and my penis swelled at the touch. When sh... opened her eyes, it took her a moment to focus on my face. I grinned when she did, and she reached up to press her hand against my cheek, smiling at me in wonder.“Now do you see why I like doing that?” I asked.Her mouth worked, but no words came out, and I smiled affectionately at her. Finally, she closed her mouth and nodded, still breathing. She then told me to bring them back in, as she was ready to fuck some more. I gladly did so as I also wanted to see more. I wanted to see her get fucked again and again until she could not fuck anymore.As all of her black lovers came back into the room they surrounded her on the bed again just as before and basically started as they had before except this time no one was eating her pussy. Instead one of them was rubbing her pussy and running his fingers down to her asshole. Her juices were. ”“Thanks, honey.”Anna let go of Damien’s cock which sprung back up, splashing water in her face. She had been rubbing it underwater during the exchange with his father, so this was bound to happen.“How about we continue the massage in bed before we turn into prunes, huh?”Damien, still pumped with adrenaline from his dad’s impromptu visit, was suddenly reunited with the sting of his bruised back that he had been hiding from his mother so far. She was such a shrewd detective, that he imagined she. She proved her versatility, switching the whip to her other hand to ease the beating of his other side. Again, after perhaps ten minutes, she rubbed against him to tease, stimulated him, then once again squeezed his jewels. He screamed louder this time. Stepping around his front side, she stood on a small stool and rubbed her tits against his face, using her fingers to transfer her sweat and pussy juices to his moustache. When she finished, the juice was running down to his lips, and he was.