"Wow. I hadn't expected to see you up here, being a good Christian girl." I teased. "Don't get your hopes up Mr. Dillard. I'm just here to give you a ...reat blowjob. I'm pretty good, so I don't think I'm going to lose." she brags. The way a Christian girl says "blowjob" with a mouthful of righteousness makes my cock throb and dribble pre-cum.She's confident until I whip it out. When she sees the girth of my monster fuckstick, she realizes she's not choking down high school boy penis, but a man's. She let her hair hang damply, gently scrunching it before adding a tasteful amount of makeup, paying a little extra attention to her under eyes until she had the dark circles under control. Feeling a bit more put together and ready to face Michael again, she stepped out, breathing a small sigh when she didn’t see him yet. Her stomach grumbled, reminding her that she still needed to eat. Taking an extra moment to open up her blinds, she sat at the small rounded table by the window with her plate. Clayton squirmed, its breath warm on his skin, and it opened its mouth to reveal a blue tongue that grazed his shoulder as if tasting the sheen of sweat that coated him. It dragged the impossibly long organ across his throat, so hot and slimy, and he found an erection growing in his underwear despite his uncertainty.He tried to tell himself that the heat and humidity were clouding his judgment, that the rumbling call was muddling his brain, but he felt himself reaching up a hand to run it along. “ your cock is bigger than you dad’s “ mom said.“ you are right,” said the maid to mom, revealing another secret to me. So my dad was fucking the maid too. It was a matter of pride to fuck two pussies, that were previously fucked, my dad.I started my up and down motion, pumping deep into my own mom. Whenever my cock came out, the maid expertly put it back into my mom’s cunt. I increased my tempo and mom was cooperating to my thrusts with her supporting motion.As I was about to release my fluid,.