But each time going deeper and deeper into her ass. She began to buck back against me forcing more and more of my cock into her until she was taking ...t all. I was fucking her with long, deliberate strokes...starting at my head and sinking all of my cock into her and pushing right up to my balls...then back again. Every time my cock would slide all the way in, her ass would bounce...which made me fuck her harder...watching her ass wiggle and bounce to the rhythm of my hard dick fucking her. . Also, now that Mara was carrying Omar's c***d (the proof of that was the slow, but steady progression, of the size of her belly), Tomas understood that Omar would forever inhabit a very special place in he and Mara's personal life for as long as they both lived. The c***d (a boy) that Mara carried was Omar's, and only Omar's; though he fully understood that he would bear most of the responsibility for raising and caring for the baby in his wife's womb was not his, in a strictly biological. Those convulsing walls of muscle wrung me out with each diminishing thrust until our bodies weakened to stop.Sobbing for air, the maelstrom of our coupling faded. Soaked with sweat and an intense refractory glow; I could barely stand. Easing myself from Brigitte, I leant against the wall on jelly legs. Wiping sweat off my brow, I looked to see Brigitte still holding the window frame. With her legs apart, she trembled hungry for air. Head down and her face hidden by long lengths of damp. . and I knew from reading her mind that she delighted in the slimy feeling of it.As for Erica and Heather, the latter enjoyed what happened even more than the former right then. She really loved getting screwed by her daughters, particularly now that they were futa and could use the real thing instead of strap-on dildos. The fact that Erica didn’t mind Ashley’s sloppy seconds definitely helped things along for Heather, just as it did for Erica. They wanted pregnancies to happen, too, so this.