Bret finally groaned, pulled out his cock, threw his head back and shot another large load on his mother's ass. The guys then started chanting, "Fuck ...er ass, fuck her ass, fuck her ass!" Bret lifted his arms as if to say he needed a few minutes, and he backed away, looking at his cum all over her ass and watched her tits sway as she wiggled everything for the guys. She went back to the bench and lay face down on it with her ass in the air and motioned for Bret to come to her. She picked up a. "today, everything will change baby...I will sit down and talk with your wimp husband and set it all straight for you...will tell him that you are mine now...this is my pussy...he cannot come near it anymore...and you have to start bearing black babies..." he claimed."YESS Jerome...anything you say...I am yours...my pussy belong to you and you only...i will only fuck black men and only if you approve...OOHH...AAHHHHH...DON'T...STOP...FUCKING ...ME...LIKE...A WHOREEEE...YESS...YESSS...I moaned. Where to put them? On your stomach? In the hollow of your just size in the birth of your hips? On your breasts? Is not it too fast? Every time, I give the impression of improvising, as in jazz, from a known and liked theme: the journey begins.My desire wants to meet yours, to make sure of it, to be delighted at the effect which it makes you. My hands slide on you at leisure, redraw you, sculpture you, half-open you; you shiver. I want it more: my lips look for your neck, for my cheeks the silky. He kept slowly pulling my skin over my cock head, which was glistening with pre-cum by now I was so horny. I was too close to cumming, so I kept stopping his hand. “Cum for me” he said. You sure I replied, “Oh yes, I want to see you shoot your load for me”He continued wanking me whilst he slipped my trousers around my ankles, playing with my balls, stretching them with his fat fingers. He gasped as my spunk flew in the air, all over his hands dripping down my balls. Fuck it was so hot, I’d.