Novel & Cerita Sexy Mom Butt

Her fatty ass-cheeks rippled and jiggled deliciously each time they struck his midsection. Amber peeked back over her shoulder at her boy and smiled seductively. “Make Mommy cum hard, baby!” she whimpered, finding a perfect, steady rhythm. From this angle, Tate had an incredible view of the heavy swell of her tits leaping and bouncing wildly with every fuck-thrust. He flexed his powerful cock-muscle deep inside her, nearly making his mom explode right then and there. “GOD!!… OH FUCK!! OH FUCK, I’M GONNA CUM!!” she screamed out in ecstasy.

I didn't understand what he meant that time but now I do. They needed a sexy lady with great curve and beautiful face. Forget the beautiful face. My hips are killing, you can imagine a slim girl with a with a big butty. That's it. You imagined it perfectly. My waist are tiny and my breast is not so big, it's medium-sized. I got all that from my mom. You can't never believe my mom is forty. She look young and her skin still glows like that of a child. You will think she's my sister when the two of us are walking together.

Lucas didn't expect this shy girl to be so wild when she was horny. So Lucas chose to take things slow. Squeezing Luna's boobs again, the difference is that now he really enjoys her elasticity of the boobs while his eyes don't blink. Luna Lee's boobs may not look as big as adult film actresses, but as soon as Lucas tried to touch it with his palms, it was so full that it barely fit in Lucas's grip. "Your boobs are beautiful, Baby," Lucas praised, "and quite big," he said, squeezing gently. “Baby,” Luna Lee groaned, tilting her head, “a bit loud…”

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

I actually liked that I had lost weight because I had no appetite, and soon I would look like a fucking whale. Or maybe I could keep exercising and look like Haley Bieber. She’s still skinny. Show my bump off to everyone in revealing outfits. It would make people like me even more. “Kennedy, just, um.. Fuck.” it was fun to see Cassius nervous. He always knew what to say, but now he was at a loss for words. “It’s yours, Cassius. I stole your sperm during our honeymoon.” I said, trying to keep a straight face. “I know you’re lying, but it’s scary how much that could be true. Fuck, you’re a bitch.”

Once again, she tried to steer the crowd's attention back to me. She was ready to burn everything down, but I didn't care. When Mom realized I wasn't reacting, she had no idea how to continue her performance. Once the two of them were finished with their little duet, I spoke up calmly, "I think that's my line, Mom." I connected my phone to the massive screen in the lobby to play the footage of Ellie and Mom's conversation by the gates that day. The camera clearly captured their unusually bloated faces. When Mom saw herself on the screen, her complexion drained instantly.

As he considered the evening's conversation, a smug smirk adorned his lips as he reveled in the cunning of his silent plan. The Russian mafia boss's father had established an intriguing precondition for his son to inherit the family empire. He decreed that his son must find a suitable wife and gave at least, an heir before he could claim his birthright. Given this mandate, the mafia boss found himself in a perplexing situation. Asa, the captive woman, had unexpectedly stirred an arousal in him, something that no other woman had managed to incite. This unforeseen connection made him contemplate Asa as a potential life partner and perhaps, he already has an heir, Alfred.

“Where anyone could hear you screaming like a whore?” “Yes, yes! Fuck me harder!” I slowed suddenly, dragging out until just the tip rested inside her. Her body writhed in frustration. “Beg for it.” She sobbed, voice cracking. “Please, Daddy. I need your cock. I’ll do anything—just don’t stop.” I slammed back into her, so deep she screamed. “Slut.” Thrust. “My cock sleeve.” Thrust. “My innocent little whore.” Thrust. She shook, eyes wild, moans turning into cries. Her pussy milked me, clenching tight as I drove her toward orgasm.

Did he want to see my face? Hell no. I wasn't answering that. The whole point of sexting him was to remain anonymous. My hands hovered over the red button about to press reject when his message notification came to the top of the screen –baby you’re driving me crazy. Just pick up the call, you don't have to show your face. I won't show mine either. I just want to hear those moans and see that beautiful, wet pussy up close and live- My finger hovered over the screen, heart pounding in my chest as I debated whether to pick up the call. Everything about this felt so wrong, so risky, but I was too turned on to think straight. I wanted it. Needed it.