The underside of my shaft massaged back and forth along her parted petals over and across the erect nub of her clit. Cass groaned and moaned in pleasu...e. My slide became harder and faster. Her groans turned to wails as she climaxed under me in straining heaves of her lithe body.I needed to rest, to ease the tension that throbbed through the core of my cock. I lay on the bed beside Cass. She reached over and touched the oiled shaft of my prick as it lay along my belly. “Kneel between my legs,” I. It was a big, wet mess. “What the fuck! I hate when you get cum on my face! Couldn’t you wait to do that shit. You got cum all over my comforter. My mother is going to know we had sex.” “We didn’t have sex, though.” “She’s still going to ask what this shit is all over my comforter. We have to go to the laundromat and wash it before she gets home.” “Can’t you just wash it here?” “No. She’ll know. We have to go to the laundromat.” “Sure. Baby, let’s get dressed and go over there.” Cara was so. Slowly he started sliding in and out eventually going faster and deeper. It felt so good feeling his hot, hard cock as he barebacked me. He then started to stroke my cock and about 10 minutes later I told him I was about to cum. He stroked it faster and then I came so hard and I remember feeling his cock inside of me as I squeezed my ass with each shot of load that came out. He then asked if he could cum inside of me and I said yes. I remember feeling his cock get bigger and then feeling the. This excited her, knowing this very good looking nineteen year old was fascinated by her looks and desired her as well! Mrs. Zamora had been in the yard for a couple of hours and had finished several Tequila’s. She was fast asleep in her drunken stupor. She didn’t think Rob was coming over today because it was afternoon and he usually would come to fuck her in the morning. So she had a couple more Tequila’s than usual and was quite drunk. Rob told Bill he had to go up stairs and get a shirt on..