It wasn't long until I was rock hard, choking on his dick. It felt like a bulldozer in my throat, struggling to breath properly I gagged on his fat co...k. He let out a huge grunt, then got hold of my throat with both hands, he flipped me over and spread my legs. 'What are you' he said aggressively'I'm Daddies little toy' I moaned'Godd fucking boy'He pushed the tip of his cock inside my eager ass. 'Ohh my fuckkk' I'd spent quite a bit of time using dildos and various other toys. But absolutely. "Do you?"I considered the consequences. If Charlie found out I had fucked his mother in the back seat of his new stepfather's BMW there would be hell to pay. No telling what he would do. Did I want to be responsible for him going off the deep end? No, but on the other hand he might not find out. "No, I don't want to go back inside unless you do," I said and got my answer when I felt her hand.We held hands, letting the tension build. What if she had said she wanted to go inside? Would I have let. The other Spidicks come closer when they hear her playing. While petting and tickling the uncircumcised Spidick, she lets the other three sniff her pussy.Her eyes catch the small one growing exponentially. In just a few seconds, it doubles in size and starts throbbing. The veins bulge harder and throb like a heartbeat. Her pussy ignites and moistens like a decadent, sweet cake. If she weren’t a huge cock, she’d be fingering whipped cream out of her pussy.The throbbing Spidick pushes the now. I’m a Haitian woman with a big derriere there’s not much I can do about it because I’ve got African DNA. It’s a gift and a curse, believe me. I look good in business suits, and I’m always rocking my dreads. I’m not getting rid of them because they don’t look ‘professional.’ If the Arab chick at work can wear her hijab on the job, I can wear my dreads. Thank you very much. I know I should be doing better things with my life than working at the Ottawa Department of Social Services, listening to.