She tried to move, and couldn’t, until he did. He pulled himself almost out again, and stopped, just for a moment. She thrust at him, pulling him b...ack. He relaxed, and sank back into her. She pushed then, wanting more movement. He lifted her a little, moving against the weight and the pressure. She relaxed, and hauled him back in. They slowly got a rhythm going, her body against the wall, his in free space. The smooth, slippery friction got hotter. He got harder. She got wetter. They pumped. Her nipples poked eagerly though the fabric.She looked out at 15-yr old Bill with disdain. He looked back developing an instant hard on. "What are you doing here, twerp?" she demanded.Suddenly, her father loomed behind her. In a very stern voice he demanded "What do you think you're doing, Natalie? Aren't you already in enough trouble for being rude to boys? Things are clearly getting worse."She was cowed. He continued, glaring down at her. "I've asked Bill to come over to help me punish. To my cock, it was simply a floating fuck-hole and I fucked it like crazy, slamming into her mouth and down her throat.Soon I pulled out and pointed my cock at her face. I shot a little cum on her face, around her lip."Not on my face!" she complained, but i was alreading cumming. I shot it across her forehead and nose, and a squirt of semen hit her cheek and i drew a line to her chin. The perfect facial, a face completely covered in sperm without getting it in her eyes. She was saying no,. As I stood by the sink my husband came into the kitchen and without word of warning, pressed himself against my body and I could surprisingly, feel his urgent need for me.It had been a few months now since our last intimacy, and it felt nice, especially this early in the morning and so I pushed back against him, confirming my need for this urgency too.He pushed my breasts free and began fondling them to the point I was lactating and it ran down my skin, then my pyjamas bottom were over my hips.