Much like her daughter, Kimmy was now an unabashed, unapologetic cumslut and proud of the fact. She was kinkier, too, by the day, just like Ramona, wh...o once again had Fernando plowing her sweet snatch to cries of ecstasy despite (or maybe because of) the fact that he had just fucked Billie the same way minutes before.Speaking of Billie Jenkins, the involuntary houseguest was now much less reluctant to accept her hostage status, as shown by the enthusiasm with which she rode Jimmy Gibbler and. I don’t normally consider myself to be the irritatingly nosey type, but curiosity got the better of me. Were they getting back together? Was Grace just coming by to yell at him again? I silently crept up to the crack in the door and peeked outside. The first thing I saw was Grace’s red jacket lying across an old lawn chair. The second thing I saw was Grace herself. On her knees. In Front of Gabriel. With her mouth full. I quickly stepped back feeling my face turn red. What the actual heck? I. One male at home to be her mate who was above all elseloyal, obedient, trustworthy, moldable, controllable and unquestioningof her demand and needs. And other men to have fun with, she hadaccomplished both and wanted to pass this understanding on to herdaughter and frankly to whoever else she could. She knew it wascontroversial and went against the norm but she also saw and felt howgood it made relationships. She fully understood that many males werevery comfortable being soft and domestic and. I sped up my thrusts to the point that she was pulling the headboard off the wall with her each time I pulled at her hips. She was getting close, I could tell, and if I kept it up she would have an exploding orgasm all over my cock. I was really in my zone, so much that I went on autopilot again. I could fuck her for hours when I got like this, but I wanted her to cum, I wanted to feel her pussy squeeze my cock in appreciation as she came all over it, so I let her hair go, took my thumb out of.