Maybe Frank was confused, too, though, Oliver thought. He remembered waking up in the basement, finding Frank there with him. Frank had said some thin...s that... Well, as much as Oliver wished that he could remember what had happened before he'd woken up in the basement, he didn't want to think about the things that Frank had said down there. Bad things about his parents, and Oliver did not want to think bad things about his parents. But the way Frank had left... "Oliver..." His mother's voice. “Faster, Rhonda, fuck me faster.” “I – I’m trying,” she breathed, striving to buck on top of Eric even faster than she already was. She was backwards in his lap, riding his fat cock. It was late the next afternoon, their third time to join. “Ah god!” he yelled, suddenly clutching her hips tightly. “Ah fuck yeah, yeah, that’s it! Keep going!” She yelled in both pleasure and frustration and yelled “Yes!” when he finally came, relieved. His stamina was amazing but she was exhausted. And so twenty. Her eyes are closed and her mouth is open. If her moans of pleasure are anything to go by, he’s clearly doing a great job of eating her out.I can see her body responding to his actions and changes of techniques with his mouth. Her large, firm tits are heaving up and down and she’s obviously been wearing a bikini top while sunbathing, as the white triangles highlight her areolas and large brown nipples, which are deliciously erect. I can tell she likes her tits, too, because she fondles and. My gaze kept going to her breast. She didn’t have a bra on and the a/c in the restaurant was making her nipples poke against the material of her blouse leaving nothing to my imagination. She caught me looking a couple of times and her face filled with blood to a bright blushing red but she didn’t try to cover her tits up. As if she wanted me to see more of her breast she reached up and unbuttoned the second button on her blouse. For sure I got a glimpse of her deep cleavage as she bent.