. that feels soooo good ... Don’t stop ... please!” Dad begged.Mom continued to milk and receive sustenance from Dad’s generous cock. For his pa...t, Dad voiced his encouragement through expletives and moans of pleasure. After some time, Mom stopped lapping, examined the fine tool in her possession, and then gathered as much of Dad’s foreskin at the tip as she could. She brought the pulpy tip to her mouth and began suckling hungrily at his foreskin nipple.It must have been at this point when I. She took a swig of beer, her first on that afternoon, while Baz slowly pulled her zipper down. Her red lace panties became visible to him. She was looking at a point above his head. Why did she had to choose this kind of underwear, today, of all day?She was living alone, for crying out loud!“Kinky, bitch..He leaned back in her chair and put his feet up on her desk. Loosened his belt, because he was getting fat. “How soon can you send one of your drivers to Holland to pick up the first. In my rare isolated weird dreams that don't involve homicide, mayhem or revenge, I sometimes have a happy recurring one where I'm naked and on my knees sucking Red's entirely adequately sized cock while wearing huge hoop earrings, just like I was some obedient slave girl eager to submit and please her stern master. The worst part of the dream is waking up to remember that none of it was true – it never happened ... but oh how I wish that it had! I love and hate that dream, and when I'm awake. My hips raise on their own searching for your mouth begging you to get deeper and I hear your breathing get labored as mine. You raise your body and lower your mouth over my nipples biting them and flicking them with your tongue making them hard and sore. Your hands fumble at your clothing as you free your cock from it's constrains in your pants. "Are you going to be good for me slut?" you whisper "Yes sir, Yes sir I promise" I reply my breathing jagged. Suddenly I feel your cock forced into my.