"Albert stared at his landlady's round bottom that lay before him as ripe and succulent as a split peach. Her rotundity was perfect. Large, yes, but p...rfectly proportioned with each white cheek hiding the delights in between. She had tilted her hips so that her mound was easily accessible to his excited prodding. As he watched, Mrs. Hoopenlicker reached down between her thighs and ran a solitary finger along her hairy slot.Quickly, he dropped his trousers and stepped out of them leaving his. Her already cold nipples seemed to stretch out even further, becoming almost an inch long. Putting my hands on either side of her face (which was still sucking gently on the mini vibe, trying not to let it drop), I then slid both my hands around her neck, squeezing gently but firmly, one of my wife’s turn-ons. A low moan escaped from her clenched lips. Reaching one hand beyond her head, I grabbed a handful of hair and firmly pulled it backwards, forcing her head back, another one of her. I feel so protected. We had been carrying on from past 2 years but had known each other since childhood so we both were pretty free and comfortable with each other. Hugs, kiss on the cheeks, sleeping in each others laps, wrestling with each other were few of the common features in our relation ship right from those childhood days. I still remember that day, when I was 14 and he was 15. We had fought over watching a TV Channel. And guys, trust me the fight was a literal wrestle. First I got on. Oooh, myyy gaaawwwd! she wailed.Stop whining, beast! George demanded, with Anthony untying her and chuckling, Force the bitch like hate her!Are you worth hating? Dylan questioned her.No, sir, but please do! Ethel moaned.Stupid! Dylan snorted as he removed the handle from her nookie and hurled his cock into it.Hate me, for all I care, you stinking piece of shit! he roared while beginning to hammer her.Following that, George jammed his 11 – inched penis into her mouth.Suck my dick, you dirty.