" After a few moments, she added, "I don't want that bitch to think she owns you just because she's married to you." Gregg was fucking hard now, and r...mming his lips all over the 44-year-old's neck in massive, tender neck-munches. To bring him over the edge, he smelled her left armpit, breathing the heady hormones deep into his testicles. He grabbed at her tits with his teeth and brought her legs up so far that he was also licking the cracks at the backs of her knees. Knowing that he was about. You want to fuck me.”“Just helping you out, my son,” I groaned. “But that doesn't mean I can't enjoy it.”I seized his short, black hair and pulled him down for a hot kiss. His muscular chest mashed against my big breasts as he fucked me with long, hard stokes. I kissed my son, reveling in his strength. My married pussy drank in his hard strokes. He slammed his cock over and over into my depths. I shuddered, bucking up into him, working my hips, loving every moment of my firstborn being in. ”“I’m sure you do,” Marguerite replied. “Now, if you will excuse me, I must be back to my husband’s side. I thank you for the dance.” With that, Marguerite made her way back to Jean and kissed him on his cheek as she sat down next to him.“Back so soon?” he asked. “Did you not enjoy the dance?”“I did, but I am growing tired, my love,” she explained. “Thank you for indulging me and my silly desires. I have danced enough for one day.”Jean stood, swaying on his feet. He was clearly very drunk.. I wish I had a pretty girl to suck my cock for me.” Then he pierced me with those fierce blue eyes.His eyes scanned my body, first my mouth, then overly full breasts, lingering on my full pregnant stomach, and then my pussy. He nodded in approval and then a man, who I hadn’t noticed near me, lowered my body from my suspension. My feet touched the ground but could not support me as the blood rushed through them. I fell to the floor, landing mostly on breasts. I screamed in agony as I squished my.