“Is that right?” I asked him and brought my hands down to my pussy and spread it open so he could see it while he fucked me. “Oh yeah that’s i... mom! Spread your pussy for me.” He said spreading my legs wider and fucking me harder.He fucked me hard and fast on the kitchen table. “Oh baby! Your cock feels so good. You’re so big you fill up mommy’s pussy!” I yelled. “Fuck! Oh you’re my little whore aren’t you mom.” He continued. “Tell me you you’re my whore mom. Tell me you I can fuck you whenever. At this point in her work life, Julia was assistant/associate to John Linn Dryfuss, the CEO and COO, and the owner. The three girls had grown up in a fairly middle class Afro-American family. They were popular at school and easy to become friends with people. Of the three girls, Julia was the tall one, that is, she was tall and well built, whereas Angelia was rather thin, and tended to be intense — especially now that she was honing in on her doctor’s degree. Shawna was smaller and cute, the. I can't control my moaning anymore, and I call out as the water seems to hit me at just the right spot. Even with all the water, I can feel how slick my pussy is. I imagine you hopping in the shower and burying your cock deep inside me, the water pounding on your back as you pump into me. I arch my back trying to "get closer" to the pounding water, lifting my ass off the stool, imagining you closing your eyes and moaning while you press harder and faster inside of me. The whole time, my fingers. “This isn't funny.”“No, it's not,” I said, grabbing my cock. “I know you want this. You've been lusting for this for months, haven't you? Years.”“N-no,” she gasped, her cheeks blushing so bright.“Liar.” I cupped her chin and lifted her blue eyes to gaze into mine. “You have those same desires burning through your veins as Lasla and Pyrriah.”“I don't,” she complained. “I'm not a daughter of Las. I'm normal. I don't want this, Kurtis.”I stroked her cheek, her skin so silky. She was so flushed. I.