Pound your hard cock as hard and deep as you can!" I told him.He grabbed my face on both sides and started thrusting harder and harder. I took his b...lls into my hands, squeezing them softly. He's sort of growling and fucking my face. Tears are streaming. I can feel his balls swelling, getting ready to empty their hot contents into my throat. I tighten my lips around his shaft, I've got to make him cum!"Here you go baby, I'm ready to cum, keep sucking hard!" He yells to me.I suck hard as. “Shush!” He warns and gives my hair a tug. He shoves his cock inside me suddenly, and I feel too overwhelmed to do anything. I'm wet enough for him to slide inside, but his size and his force stretch me out too quickly and I feel a stab of pain.He presses his knuckle harder against my ass, opening a different part of me up. “No,” I protest though I'm not entirely sure what at, quieter this time, barely able to get enough breath in between my excited gasps for me to speak. He shushes me like. “NO! I already have a father. You’re not my dad! You can’t be my dad!” Before his mother could react, Jimmy ran out of the room and up the stairs. They heard a bedroom door slam loudly.Lauren stared across the coffee table at Peter, then broke down in tears. “Oh, God, no!” she wailed, then buried her face in her hands. “No!” Horrified, Heather climbed onto the couch next to Lauren and held the older woman as she wailed and cried.Peter stood. “Let me talk to him,” he said quietly. Lauren didn’t. So now both of my nipples were cooking and I swear, I could almost smell smoke coming off of them. I found myself trying to blow air on them as if putting out candles. In my anguish, I actually believed it helped.“I got your name you cunt!” I bellowed, and went back to blowing air on my crispy nipple.“Oh god” she sighed, rolling her eyes, “It can’t hurt that bad.” she smirked, and then thought out loud, “I did change the batteries though.” and studied the tip again.“I’m not telling you anything.