The sight of this massive tool. The feel, feeling his heartbeat pulsing in the distended vein under my hand. Smelling his body, his juices, our juices... His taste upon my tongue. And lastly the sounds my father made as my tongue drew over his crown and my lips engulfed his cock's head for the first time. So far this evening mom and dad had given me pleasure. Now it was my turn to give pleasure in return. This tool stretched my mouth father than any cock ever had, and I wanted to go farther. Far. ‘Do you feel that?’ Cameron asked. Heather nodded silently. ‘Can you see what being near you does to me? I believe that you know what to do about this, Heather. Don’t you?’ Instead of answering, Heather ripped at the fastening of Cameron’s breeches. His cock sprang free, and in the bright sunlight from the window, it looked larger than it had in candlelight. She pulled up her skirts and laid back and let Cameron mount her. He thrust his raging cock into her cunt and began fucking her with. I sucked so much that night, and felt free inside. He kept calling me his bitch-boy but I don't care, I was so into sucking his cock. He then got aggressive and started to run his hands around my body, wrapped his harms around my waist and we were both in 69 position. We were like that for a couple of minutes, but he couldn't wait to fuck me. Therefore he got off, spreader my legs and started to rub his cock against my cock. Oh my goodness! That felt amazing. Might not seem like a big deal but. Monica gasped and moaned. But most of all, she wished. She wished he wasn't done. She wanted him to continue. When she heard his zipper, she smiled to herself. He wasn't done yet.The two hands grabbed her hips and lifted, pulling her to her knees. Her face rested on the floor and her ass stuck in the air. She felt his cock tease her pussy, his head rubbing against her clit, sliding against her lips, coating itself in her juices, but never slipping in. She started to whine and moan, hating.