Arun would graciously accept he was his mother’s sex toy. Neema would easily agree that she was her son’s cum bucket. Neema had been taking birth ...ontrol pills ever since her son had been fucking her. Arun used a condom on her just twice. He loved filling his mother’s holes with his thick white cum.Arun would send Neema pictures of big black cocks and tease her about re-marrying somebody who has a real dick. Neema would erotically reply, that her new young boyfriend is a real man. She just. I was not going to be staying for very long for obvious reasons, though it was cheap accommodation. But there was now some privacy to do some snooping around on her computer.The motel seemed to have an old smell, a funky one. The d****s were worn and the furniture looked old. Even the TV was old because it was one of those big-ass cathode ray televisions from the 90's. The beds squeaked a lot, likely from the amount of sex that it must have endured from people! I thought to myself that this. The curves of Josee’s ass, too, were wet where the juice from her cunt had dripped.Josee saw her mother’s expression, saw her eyes gleaming and the way her tongue licked across her lips. Pam ran her fingertip Josee’s cunt lips, then brought it to her mouth. Josee watched her mother lick it away.“You like my cunt juice, mommy?” she asked in a throaty voice, feeling excitement building inside her body. Pam made no verbal answer, but she plunged her finger into her mouth, stabbing it in and out as. With little effort, your cock is buried in me with each furious stroke. Each stroke harder than the previous one. Fucking me without mercy, hard wet and sloppy. My body trembles as you exact your revenge for my teasing. I gasp for air. My tits are rubbing on the hot metal of the gas tank I cannot breathe but you continue fucking me. My clit is rubbing against the leather seat, I am cumming again, shit, you are pulling out! What is the fuck is wrong with you?Pulling me back against your chest,.