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“So, shall we go back to the mansion and head right up to the with bedroom?” she asked as we reached my car. “I had something a little naughtier in mind.” Sitting on the hood of my car, Betty wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer as we sampled the leftover taste of dinner from each other’s mouths. We were at the park near the mansion and it was late and dark enough that no one would interrupt us. As we kissed, I fondled her breasts, drawn to them like an addict. At first I tried to undo the buttons of her blouse one at a time, but impatience cost be my dexterity and I gave up, instead ripping it open and exposing her sinful tits to the night air. “Oh!” she gasped in surprise as the buttons went flying. I then real pulled off her pants and underwear, much asian to her enjoyment. Mature, intelligent, and strong, Betty was a natural dominatrix, but that wasn’t to say she didn’t love playing the role of the masochist as well. To go down on her or to simply force myself inside her, she was expecting one or the other, but a shiver of lust ran up her back when told her to turn around and lie on her back. She obeyed, assuming the position with her head hanging down in front of me and her legs spread towards the windshield. I whipped my cock out and she opened her mouth, eager to receive it. “You really are a slutty cow milf,” I said with a laugh, “and I just love you so damn much.” I forced my cock in her mouth and down her throat, gagging her with it. I skull-fucked her big without mercy, slapping my balls against her face as she choked on my member. For those saying this is cruel or degrading, if I were to go easy on her, she would just get pissed off. The only time she wants vanilla is when we’ve just finished going all out and she’s too tired for anything more. The last time I tried to go slow and gentle when she was all revved up like this, she slapped me and called me a bitch boy. As she basted my cock with her mouth, I jammed my fingers in her pussy and violently shook them, making her moan in bliss to the sound of macaroni and cheese being stirred. Anticipation had done a lot Fucking of the work for me, she was already soaking wet. Some rough boob groping pushed her over the edge and she squirted all over my windshield. I didn’t let up, continuing to finger her to see how much I could make her spray. I squeezed him, his dick throbbing between my titties. “I can explain, quick, just help me get her into a stall.” Her expression was one of alarmed arousal, her red lips agape in twisted pleasure, and her eyes wide. She just wanted my cum pumping into her. You can imagine how horrific she looked, scarred from head to toe with self-inflicted wounds. Then she felt something hot enter her insides. “Yeah she squirts. You didn’t want him to see what we’d made of you, so you killed him. “I’m right here. They turned me around and spit-roasted me again. “It spoke to me, and I’d been thinking a lot about the oath anyways, and it made me realize some things about myself, and-” Words would have caught in her throat anyway. Her hand gripped me, stroked Fucking me. She with had such a soft grip. That’s how it started. Mom gave me a sympathetic “Aww” asian and reached out for my hand and rubbed it. The couple shots after then covered the rest of her. I didn't want to hurt her of course, so I tweaked the big elasticity of her sphincter and lubricated my cock so that I could get in. Soon, I was sliding in. I know you enjoyed smelling the air from my unwashed asshole and you probably fantasize about putting your tongue inside it. She figured her sister was letting her go first since Zach went down on Presley first and she was not going to object. Thursday after class having explained the plan to Louis, he arrived home to find his parents arguing again. I had completely forgotten he was watching us. Why should I give you more?” She had a separate private room as Jill's immediate family had the cabin. The very next night Jill was assigned to be my trainer that evening. Alex felt her pussy pulsing rapidly around the base of his cock and felt he would cum if he didn’t take evasive maneuvers. “You like that, Daddy?”, she said, taking my cock out of her mouth to stroke it with both hands while she looked up at me, saying, “you like it when your little whore takes it in her slutty mouth?” Just after he’d thanked me for my co-operation the man who’s scurried out came back with a box that he put on the stainless steel table. “There is more to marriage than fucking beside a real brook on a sunny afternoon.” I explained.