Feeling that his dick was growing jealousI moved back over to it and kissed it's bulous, velevty head beforetaking him all in. I bobbed my head up and...down and continued my rigorousmotion."Oh god, I'm-I'm cumming" he once again told me as if to let me know so Ididn't feel like I HAD to gulp down his jizz. Had to? Please, I skippeddesert for this.As if challeneged I now started to bob my head faster, determined to suckmy prize out.A now louder moan escaped Rodrigo as every bit of his seed found. I mean, I am aware that hurting yourself in the first place regardless of how or where you do it is a serious issue but I stopped before it got completely unbearable or too difficult to stop it. Supposedly one in four people will at some stage in their lives use self-harm as a coping mechanism. You would think that would make someone feel a little less isolated but it’s funny, I’ve never felt so alone in my life that when I was cutting. It’s a very strange thing in that sense. It’s very. Like with veronica, every time I came down, I brought down my entire body weight. This made mom squeak with every thrust. But eventually my steady rhythm of hard pounding her soaking tight pussy got to me, “Oh shit mom I’m going to cum.”“Cum inside me Kyle, cum deep inside mommy.”A few more thrusts and I did. To my surprise I shot more cum into my mom than Veronica. My orgasm just kept going and going. When I was done my dick was still rock hard and I was still so fucking horny. I didn’t even. Kim even loaned Grace the camera she had so she could take a few pictures herself. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Grace taking pictures of me while I shot the farm below.As I was shooting the pictures I noticed a white van coming down the road that pulled into the driveway of the farm. The van pulled up to the barn and the passenger got out so he could open the doors to the barn. The van pulled in and the passenger closed the doors. A short time later the two men came out the side door.