Pete pulled his cock back until the first few inches of it sat on Lynda's pink tongue. He swished it back and forth inside her spit-filled mouth Lynda...could taste salty blood and meaty jism. She also tasted the base, putrid flavor of shit. It made her want to throw up, but she didn't try to pull away."Suck me," Pete said. "I want to cum again, Lynda, right in your pretty mouth."Lynda stared up at Pete in horror, but she did as he told her. The booze they had made her drink had robbed her of the. He stood up and grabbed my hair making me suck his cock while the black man was still sucking my tits and fucking my pussy. The white man held my head making me gag longer then the black man did. Pulling out his cock was cover in salvia. The white man grabbed my arms and pulled me back some and as I was getting fucked soft he started to lick my asshole. His tongue pressing in and out making me moaning loader and loader I knew what was coming as soon as he stopped the head of his cock started to. “Jamie!” she cried out, as if she hadn’t seen him in two years.“My crazy, slutty mother,” he mumbled.She kept her eyes open, holding his face, watching him as he grimaced and drove his cock into her again and again. He was going faster and faster. He held his arm around her head while she wrapped her arms under his shoulders. She wrapped her thighs around him, too, her feet in the air, toes curling as he pushed and pounded into her. The noisy bed could barely handle the pressure of the. I stroked the other half with my hand and Mr. Bell let out a loud sigh. I felt a bit more confident and I took a bit more in my mouth, and bobbed back and forth faster. My pussy was getting wetter and I wanted to cum so bad it hurt, but the fear of punishment kept me in check. Mr. Bell grabbed my ponytail of long curly hair and pushed himself all the way in my mouth. I immediately gagged and tried to pull away, but he was too strong. He began to fuck my face, fast and hard. I tried my best to.