FamilyStrokes - MILF Fucks Step-Son for Revenge

He took a deep breath, glancing at the computer, at the mirrored image of them huddled closely... at his own weary reflection. 'YOU BETTER NOT mess this up.' As toxic thoughts plagued this otherwise mutual moment, he noticed her gaze set deeply upon him, her spread hips slowly beginning to work their way up towards his readily awaiting member; before draping her arms over his broad shoulders, and securing him in a bottomless kiss. He delve into the embrace, heart pounding. He savored every copious centimeter of her plenteous and tender lips, as well as the warmth of the inside of her mouth. The taste of berry pop on her tongue.. All the while their dance began to pick up pace. She broke away from his exploring orifice, gasping for air. “James-!” He wanted to start slow, but he'd at least continue from where he'd left her. He gazed between them at his noticeably active bits, both of them Hardcore knowing there wasn't much time left on his end, regardless. “Ahh.. Ja-.. Mmmf-” Her arms draped themselves across his shoulders once more, as she quietly rode out the wave-like sensations he provided her, via her new toy. The top button's of her shirt cumshot seemingly shifted open somehow, unfastening lower and lower. Pinching a few more buttons open with his free hand, he tore down the soft, decorated cup-like barriers, and hungrily engulfed each freely exposed, dark swollen nipple, one by one. “Mmmrff..” He rumbled low and slow, initiating the preferred reaction; her wringing his head closer, shoving his mouth even tighter against her plush, sweet, sensitive flesh. He could feel her warm, sticky sex beginning to gush onto his lap. He looked down and was greeted this time, by the full length of his member; which had been pressed and growing firmly upright between them. Her gaze, and hand, quietly followed. He felt the jangle of his belt buckle, and release of the pressure previously built beneath it; followed by the immediate build up of unreleased tension, as her hands attempted to lovingly goad it from his pent up being. A swift, sharp inhale escaped his once again tensed jaws. 'Ah fuck.. she's gonna.. I'M gonna..-' He slid his thumb a little further to the right. As the buzzing began to (noticeably) pick up, the mewling intensified... ...From them both. Her hips bucked slightly, as she slid herself from his lap doggystyle onto the carpet below, replacing his immediate vision with that shaved of his despondent monitor. He found himself faced with the minimized game and his own image staring back at him once more. '...I'M NOT taking another L, I REFUSE!' He looked away from his defeated self. blonde 'I- Ohnono-' His attention quickly diverted to the sight below. Her tongue slid purposefully along the underside of his thick, slightly aching member. Her hands cupped tenderly around the base, as she steadily stimulated the shaft... The sweet soul rendering sound of her pleasureful moans, like static all around him. He gave the dial a noticeable shift downward. Not pungent like some cocks. Bobby did. “I called him out for what he was: a hypocrite. He wrapped an arm around her, Hardcore cupping her small perky breasts in his hand. Sit in the chairs and they’ll take care of the rest.” I could feel their love. “HOLY SHIT!” This time she screamed it. “What?” She whimpered, her hands like paws on my breast, her lips pouting with her doggystyle whorish want. He then heard the voices. Molten rage built in my proxy, heating me. The boy still had not looked at him. “I know, just hear me out.” Adam said seriously. Gloria turned around, twisted her body and cumshot looked at her butt shaved in the mirror. Her eyes looked just like mine did that time I saw dad naked for blonde the first time and she was breathing hard. This form would do for transportation and protection. “Thank you. When I was fourteen and I was helping our neighbor Mrs. James with some spring cleaning and we were changing the beds when I had to pee. She’s wearing regular bikini cut today despite wearing a dress. “You turned my girlfriend into a glazed doughnut.” Lucilla frowned as she ascended the steps. “Do these belong to you perchance?”