Grinding and grinding.After a bit, she lifts herself, so she is riding just one of Phoebe’s legs, pressing her knee against Phoebe’s spread pussy,...kneading her clit up and down as she rides her leg. Phoebe is gasping with each gallop they make.Les is enjoying the show. Between her fingers in Phoebe’s hair, she is kissing and licking Phoebe’s ear and neck, whispering encouragement to Phoebe to cum. Phoebe does not need much prodding; the younger girl knows her stuff. She is giving Phoebe a. She even wondered if in the 21st century anyone even made a brabig enough for a 42 year old mammy like her. She looked in the mirror,years of working in the sun and weighing almost 300 lbs and gray streaksin her hair she looked more like 60. She hadn't been aloud to use a razorand the hair on her legs was thick. The hair in her armpits ran down tothe beginning of her breasts. The master wasn't even using her for babiesanymore because the slaves no longer wanted an old woman when there. It is what Alan likes to hear. He only wishes she wouldn’t need this push to get her to say them. But it is what it is. He buries his head. His mouth muscle parts her folds and sinks down into the flesh of her petals. She gasps when he slips from between her cunt lips as her fingers clinch at the sheet even tighter. She releases her grasp and brings them to her chest. They slide up and over the swells of her breasts, touching her nipples teasingly. Her head turns to the side.As the woman draws. Before we had time to recover, I pushed Dave from me, making him stand up beside the bed as I moved to the edge with my head hanging off, opening my mouth as I pulled him to me, guiding his shaft between my lips. I slowly pulled him inside me, taking his entire cock with surprising ease. Dave began slowly fucking my throat as I pulled him deep into me with every thrust. I pushed him from me for a moment as I told him "fuck my throat faster and harder until I stop you." With that he slid deep.