“Fuck me? Wait, I thought I was fucking you? I’m confused.”This. This is what I mean when I say he’s goofy when I need seriousness.“Shut up ...nd just fuck me,” I growled, turning back to face the couch and getting irked.“Hey!” Max exclaimed, forcing me to turn back around. He wagged a finger at me. “Language.”“Max! Shut up and fuck me or go back to jerking off into a Kleenex like you were bef- oh, fuck.” He had decided to go with the first option.His hands were back at my hips and they were. She groans as he slips a finger into her warm love canal. Finding her slick with lust, it’s quickly followed by another.She can’t help herself. She has a powerful orgasm as her own son finger fucks her. Part of her wishing those fingers were her son’s big cock.“Feel better, mom?” Reed asks. Letting go of her.“N ... no.” She lies. Breathing hard.“Give me a nice, soapy, tit fuck and I’ll let you finish.” He grins.Obediently she gets to her knees. Wrapping the big dick in his own mother’s. My outfit was a short (mid-thigh) plaid skirt and black thigh-high stockings and a fitted zipped red cotton sweater. Very festive. No bra, no panties. Very naughty. I didn’t tell my hubby, planning on surprising him during the party.The short walk down the street was cold, very cold. And my rock hard nipples stood at attention atop my firm B-cup boobs. It was very obvious that I forgot my bra. Hubby noticed, rolled his eyes and chuckled.Since it was an open house, we just walked in without. " The chants grew louder even still as the emcee continued, "OK, OK, WE hearyou and respond." Crista may not be used today. She may be allowed to recover and serve you. Shemay be made available to all of you, to sample and to enjoy her many gifts, allnext week as a dolcette." The crowd cheered. The emcee continued, "But Kim insists that Crista fulfill her obligationas a meat girl, today. And since Crista cannot satisfy all of your lusts todayand she is supposed to be turned to meat. Instead.