Her movements up and down on my cock increased in intensity; she ground her cunt over me after each downward movement. The ache built in my belly. Her...cunt sucked at my cock as she took it deep into her hot wet velvet depths. Her large black breasts swung and swayed over me as she rose and fell on my hard meat. Guttural groans came from her throat. Her rhythm increased in speed and ferocity. She cried out as she came. The excitement was just too much for me. Spunk pumped up my shaft into her. .. You mumble "Mornin'" against my warm skin and kiss me again... You squeeze your hand again to check that you really are holding my breast in your hand... To check my mood you give my neck a big, slow, wet kiss... I moan sharply and instinctively push my hips back towards you... You breathe out happily and continue your wet, slow kisses... I keep moaning quietly as you continue your trail towards the back of my neck... You swirl your tongue in circles on my skin, and I get goose bumps all. But in this moment he just began fucking me, making the bed bounce so his father would know he has become a cuckold for sure. Then I heard a voice, “Oh my Marsha, how could you ever live with such a tiny dicklet all these years. I bet you are glad to have finally found a real man to fuck you. Are you glad you have a daddy who can make you scream, who can fuck you like a man should fuck his woman?” I was shocked to hear talking, Brian’s voice would be recognized, but this wasn’t Brian’s voice. I. As my hand moved closer I felt Diane mover her right leg back making access easier. I pushed my finger into her to find it warm and wet, while she continued to squeeze my cock in her two small hands. I moved my head to bring our lips an inch apart and whispered, "This is how we should wake up every Saturday morning.." With that, I pushed Di over onto her back raised up on my right arm and forced my mouth onto hers and buried my tongue down her throat. I kissed her long and hard while my.