Mona: But…Ayan: What is the problem, Mom?Mona: It is not a problem, Ayan. It is just that your boxers look so tight.Ayan: See, Mom. That’s why I t...ld you, you won’t be comfortable sleeping with me if I wore one of them. You are already feeling uneasy.Mona: No. It’s not that, Ayan. I was just wondering…Ayan: Wondering what, Mom?Mona: Wondering why it is so tight…Ayan: Mom?Mona: What, Ayan?Ayan: Hahaha. It’s nothing mom.Mona: What do you mean by nothing?Ayan: Hahaha. Just leave it, okay. You. "Mmmm... Clean me." She ordered, sliding her pussy back onto my mouth."Yes Mis-" My submissive obediance stopped by her pussy being pressed to my lips as she sat fully on my face, and I willingly did as I was told, I started to lick the soaky mist up off her soggy fleshy lips, but soon found her pressing herself extra tight to my face, sealing off all air between my mouth/nose and her crotch.I hadn't taken a breath so quickly found myself needing air, but as I tried to move my head, she. “Why am I doing this?”“He wants you to,” Zera shrugged. “He owns our bodies.”“You keep saying that,” Wendy nodded. They followed the noisy group into the apartment door.“This place is kinda small for a house party,” Brandy said looking around the room.“Big enough for an orgy,” Tamara, the other big breasted brunette reclined with her knees apart on the couch. She smiled towards the door and moaned.“Jewel?” Brandy gasped. “Shit, if I knew you had a lesbian exception I would’ve been. I have never been a shy one. So I motioned for her to come over. She got up from her barstool and walked over to my booth. She was about 5’5″ and I would say about 120lbs. She was wearing a red dress that hugged her curves. She sat down and introduced herself. Tammy. I started to pour on the compliments. I ordered her a drink and we started to talk. I noticed that she was wearing a wedding cluster. The stone on it was damn near the size of the diamond that Michael Jordan wears in his ear. I.