Your hands go to your belt and zipper as I watch you undo your jeans. They fall away from you as you pull down your boxer briefs. Your hard thick cock...pops free. "Suck that dick," you tell me as you stare down at me with lust in your eyes. My thoughts of work slowly disappear as I take your cock in my left hand, my red painted nails wrapped around it as I guide you to my lips. Your thick cock head spreads them wide open as I look up at you. I take you in as I hold the base of your big cock. I. “What’s going on?” he asked. “Aren’t you going to kiss me?” Drew leaned in and was surprised when Melissa met him with a full-on press of her lips to his, including the tiny brush of her tongue across his lips. “Have you noticed how totally out of control you’ve become in the last few weeks?” she asked. “Weeks?” he chuckled. “More like months. And, yes. I’ve noticed.” “Does it make you crazy?” “It is unsettling at times. I used to have some sense of, well, not control, really. But, some sense. "I walked up to the couch and placed a hand between her knees. She parted her thighs automatically, causing the huge, black phallus to pop back into view. There was maybe two or three inches of it sticking out of her hairless twat. The rest of it was buried deep inside her, and I could tell from the way that she squirmed her naked ass into the couch that it had to feel damn good."You sure have a gorgeous little pussy, Mom," I whispered.I squatted and rubbed my face against the interior of her. I didn't grip them tightly, allowing the skin to flow freely. I brought my hips down against the wood of the cross and angled up. My body was taking control, over riding my will. The orgasm was building quickly. I knew I couldn't hold it much longer. With Samsara sucking and licking my clit and a complete stranger using my pussy hard I begged, "Samsara, may I cum please?"She responded by flicking my nipples. "Yes, whore. Always. You don't have to ask. We want you to cum."I inhaled a deep breath.