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At one point, April was sucking me off while Kim smothered my face with her tits, then the two women pressed their chests together and gave me a double tit fuck. After an hour, I stood up and tried to catch my breath. My dick ached as blood rushed in and out of the exhausted veins, keeping the sore flesh inflated. I watched as the mother and daughter got back into the 69 position and sucked my cum out of each other’s pussies. They climbed off each other and April licked the cum out of Kim’s anus, and Kim did the same to her daughter. If you think you’ve seen the sexiest thing in the history of the world, you’ve obviously never seen your blonde busty girlfriend and her blonde busty mom drink

I've gotten this weird new hunger for MILF stuff and here it was happening to me for real. Yes it was right there in the park, with teenagers fcking everywhere around us. It was there that I was about to get fcked too… a woman almost fifty years old. I had just finished sucking his cock and somehow we had moved to the back seat. The doors were wide open now for more space and nobody cared because everyone else was busy doing the exact same dirty shit we were. My dress was gone completely, my hair was a wild mess, my pussy was dripping wet and my tits were all red and sucked raw.

Eli started moving, slow at first, dragging out until just the head stretched my entrance, then SLAMMING back in, SCHLOP-SCHLOP-SCHLOP, wet, obscene, the table creaking under us like it might collapse. Gravy sloshed with every thrust, splattering my tits, mixing with Mom’s juices as she rode my face harder. “Fuck her raw,” Mom panted, fingers tangling in my hair, yanking. “Fill that womb. Give me a grandchild.” I was lost. My body a ragdoll between them, Eli’s cock pummeling my cunt, stretching me wider with every brutal thrust, Dad’s bulging my throat until I couldn’t breathe, Mom’s pussy drowning me in slick, her ass grinding back against my chin.

I didn't respond. Later, I picked up my phone and tapped on Instagram, only to see that Adrian had posted again. The photo showed Rowena's profile as she held the baby, gently soothing him. The caption read, "Can anyone relate to how exhausting taking care of a baby is? It's a good thing his mom is here to help out. She's seriously amazing at calming him down!"

The bedroom door stayed wide open as more guys from the party poured in, drawn by the loud moans and the heavy smell of sex that now filled the entire upstairs. I was still sprawled on the bed, completely naked, my body shining with sweat and layers of cum. My pussy felt swollen and thoroughly used, leaking a steady, messy stream of multiple loads down my inner thighs and onto the soaked sheets beneath me. My full breasts were covered in red marks from hands and mouths, my nipples stiff and sensitive. My hair was a wild mess, and my face was flushed. I looked like the star of the dirtiest p**n video, and the hungry looks from the growing crowd told me they were ready for more.

Eighteen years old and already knew she loved huge cocks like my own. I'd make sure she knew what the stretch felt like till she begged for mercy. I missed having a pussy snap around my huge cock. Her mum's cunt was already tired and barely as tight as I loved it. I'd woken up some mornings this past month with my cock so hard it was unreasonable. Lying there in the dark while her mother slept beside me. Thinking about that satin nightwear and those thighs and her big breasts. Today, my precum started dripping before Garnet even knew she was making it happen.

Even as I closed my eyes now, I was hit with the disgusting image of Sean, my long-time fiancé of three years, cheating on me with an average-height, dark-skinned Flora on our matrimonial bed. Soon-to-be matrimonial bed. I had found him fucking her on the supposed matrimonial bed we were meant to share after marriage. When I arrived home to surprise my ex-fiancé, the first sound I heard was a loud moan as I opened the door. Clothes were flung around the couch and on the floor. Following the trail, I picked up the bra and panties I saw on the passage leading to the room. I kept trying to convince myself that my worst nightmare was not about to happen. But then the screams and moans became lou

It's been five good years yet I'm still deprived from sex and honestly it's been exhausting and emotionally draining. ****** It was past 11:30pm and I stood to go home. After drinking for the longest time, I was very horny…like really horny. I got into the car, half drunk and half aware of what I was doing. I drove back to the Blackwood Mansion. The mansion was still the same, towering amongst all other houses there. Every corner was decorated with ornamental flowers and two guards were always standing at the door. I managed to walk inside trying to hide the fact that I was really horny and not in a good condition.

My mother-in-law, Matilda Holmes, is celebrating her 60th birthday today. My husband, Joshua Allen, insists I give a toast to his female intern, Lila Deleon. He says Lila's fresh out of college and has no one looking out for her. As his wife, I need to be the bigger person. My eyes fall on the watch circling her wrist. That 38-thousand-dollar watch was an inheritance Mom left me. I don't cry or throw a scene. Instead, I swap out all 12 high-end courses at the birthday party for takeout. Every single box comes with an IOU taped right on top. "Course one, my parents paid 80 thousand dollars for the down payment on our house." "Course two, I raised your startup capital of 50 thousand dol

It’s like a coil low in my belly, tangled so tight that it threatens to explode from the force. “I wanna cum!” I gasp, feeling the overwhelming need to let go. Except I don’t know how. But I’m getting there. I’m climbing that ladder—that precious ladder to ecstasy. “Gordon, faster! Faster!” My phone pings, but I pay no heed. But then a voice comes through: a voice message. ‘Dedan, you and that Eli girl are fucked. Mom is back. Dad is back. I couldn’t help but expose you, and I can’t wait to see your pathetic faces. You think you’re smart, eh?’