I usually don’t make a big deal out of my birthday; hell, I’m in my thirties. But she always does something, whether it’s a simple cake to a big...party, I always know she’s doing something. She even threw me a surprise party one year, but I figured it out early and knew it was coming. So how did she forget this one?When I arrived home from work that night I found it unusual that every light in the house was off. Usually there’s at least a table lamp on in the living room that we use as a. ”“Damn straight, I'm honoring you,” she moaned, swallowing more and more of my dick. “Mmm, yes, yes, that's all my pussy you're feeling. Every last inch of my thick and throbbing cunt. Your futa-cock shouldn't even be in here.”“No,” I groaned. “It's so wrong. This mommy-slave is fortunate to be in your tight and hot cunt, Mistress. If you will permit, this mommy-slave will spurt all her cum into your forbidden pussy.”“Maybe,” she purred and tilted the candle over.A splash of pink landed on my. He then pulled out his phone and started taking pictures of me covered in his cum and pictures of my destroyed pussy hole. The next time we fucked he fisted me non-stop. He put both his hands inside my pussy hole and double fists me. It must of took him a good hour to get both his hands inside my tiny, but now ruined pussy hole. I had two babies but none of them ripped me open as wide as he was spreading me. My pussy was on fire, I’m shocked he didn’t rip my skin. He then would stick his hands. Now the real toughness comes. She started massaging my legs and she gradually moved towards my thigh.Now I want to lie down properly moving my thighs away from each other. As I did my cock slightly was protruding in my brief but I guessed that was not very obvious. Then she came to my thighs and massaged. Now I am out of control no more point in struggling. I closed my eyes and just left my cock to respond however it wants.She slowly massaged my thighs that she reached my groin almost touching.