Sometimes, when she was into an intricate selection that carried a degree of sadness or despair, she would start to feel that special tingle down ther... between her knees and knew with a woman’s sixth sense that her organ was inspiring yet another beautiful orgasm building like a brick wall of divine design.Her hidden legs were frantically moving in different directions and she had the froth of possession spraying from her ruby red lips. It started to blossom in her suddenly squirting feminine. .”“But what?” the level of concern heightened.“There’s an inflamed area higher up ... on your, uh, bottom.”“On my bottom?”“Yeah.”“What were you doing looking up there?”“It was an accident. I didn’t mean to pull your robe up, but lucky I did because you have a big red mark on your bum.”“Where?”“Here,” I showed Mom by touching the bottom swells of each cheek, tracing my finger around the edges and then letting it rest lightly along the bottom arc of her crack. “Centered all around here,” I. You have such good taste!" I looked at her, naked except for her long red socks and jewelery, so pretty, and I thought, yes. I do have very good taste."Well, angel," I said standing by the closet. "You were such a good girl this year-" -You were a good boy, too, Daddy!" I think you deserve two presents." I opened the closet door and removed what to Lizvette's eyes was a large object covered in red plastic." "Daddy! What is it?"I put it on the bed beside her and untied the ribbon at the open. I turned back around to face my ebony mistress.Brisa shook her lustrous, long, silky hair loose, and slid the spaghetti straps down over her shoulders. She smirked as she bent forward and slipped off her tiny thong, watching for my reaction to her large cock, dangling deliciously between her thighs.I leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. She grabbed my sweaty hand and brought it onto her sturdy member. Her cock hardened considerably as my hand ran along its length and I felt it pulsate.