She squeezed her pussy muscles around his shaft and milked him as he withdrew and drove back in, leaving more and more white froth as a ring around hi... veiny pole. Her fingertips dug into the flesh of his shoulders, her hot breath blew into his face, her thighs clamped around his hips and her nylon-clad heels bore down into his buttocks. Mark drew his ass back and his cock with it, and pounded back, little specks of sweat and cunt juice flying from their pounding crotches.Mark held his mother's. The word did wonders on my nerves. "I'm . . ."I knew what was coming, and I lifted my coral tank top half-way, thankful that I was bra-less. I'd get to try one of my famous tricks on him. My son watched me with half-closed eyes, he watched me pull my shirt over his cock, felt his cock slip in-between his horny mother's tits, and watched the bulbous, purpling head of his cock peek up in my cleavage.I jounced my tits on his cock, squeezing them together, my eyes watching his tongue slide over his. ‘Babe.’ He said. ‘Nipple play isn’t really my thing, you can move on now.’ She nodded. Move on where? She wondered for a moment. Further down? Did he expect she gave him a blowjob, but she’d no idea how that actually worked. Well, that wasn’t true, she had somewhat of an idea, she would take his cock into her mouth, that part she was sure of, that she’d seen in porn. It was a little wrestle of limbs in the tiny space. She accidentally knocked him in the eye with her knee. He cursed and. ..this is where it gets real interesting....Michael is a white male probably in his 40's according to Nadine. he is married with two k**s. Nadine, the whore, is not interesting in breaking up his marriage but only interested in the extras that come along. Michael's office is on the second floor tucked away in a corner with no windows and once the door is closed it is totally private. next to his office is a small storage area that is not really used. when that door is closed no one knows what.