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Then he started fucking me in deep long strokes, filling me twice as much as FJ did. I felt like such a filthy whore. My hole was still tender from the pounding he gave me earlier, and the one I just got from FJ too, but fuck it felt so good! His mature cock was burying deep in my ass, driving me teen Hardcore wild. “Yes, big daddy! Keep fucking blowjob me! Keep fucking me!” I tried to whisper but was too riled up. I was turned all the way on by the depravity of it all. My best friend was upstairs sleeping while his dad was fucking the cum right outta me downstairs. Damn it was hot! “Will you cum in me? I want yours in me, blonde not FJ’s.” That brought him over. “I’m cumming.” He sped up. He grunted hard then I felt his warm spunk fill my asshole, quickly rinsing out FJ’s with his. My cum shot out like a water gun, staining FJ’s jersey and the back of the recliner. When Frank finished, he pulled out and his cum poured out of my ass, and I fell against the recliner, finally relieved. “Sorry massage I messed up your recliner, daddy.” He leaned over and kissed me. “I’ll have it cleaned.” He sat back in the chair and I got back on his lap. “Pull a train?” She never brings her fiance; I don’t think he likes me blowjob teen much. Her warm body felt smooth and rock-solid as usual, and she happily absorbed the loving abuse I bestowed upon her. He felt her toned butt ripple beneath his hands over and over as she came down on him. “Yes,” she answers as she sashays out of Hardcore the kitchen. I took a step back and sat down in front of the door as the girl remained motionless by the sink, her tears messing up her mascara. James hiked up her skirt around her waist and dropped to his knees behind her. Becky was at the restaurant with friends from school to have dinner. He starts thrusting harder and harder, and I’m trying not to moan too loud in pleasure and I cum again. The new pain and pleasure, the blonde pulsing heat pressing on all sides of my womanhood, the eruption of seed deep into my womb. It was a strange room, with so many sinks and toilets. I casually ran my right hand up and down my inner thigh a few times, down massage just past the stocking cuff, then up to the edge of the panties. Jane was having a great time! Derick is going away next week and, well, how bout Tuesday. ‘trust me’ I said knowingly ‘these things take time. On the way home I was thinking, whether they sensed me a fool or cowards or things went coincidently like that.