Susan routinely invited him to stay. Don said nothing. Bob always said he was busy.Susan hummed as she chopped vegetables for the salad. Don would be ...home soon from the last day of his first full week back at work. She was almost giddy with anticipation for him to get home. She had plans.She'd been to the doctor again, earlier in the day. He'd said it was the last time she needed to come in, unless she was worried about something. She'd told him she only had one question. He hadn't blinked an. His heat burned like fire, pulsating as I wrapped my fingers about his flesh. He was so dark, a startling contrast to the paleness of my own skin.His hands spanned my waist, lifting me over his body as he encouraged me to open myself to him. The whippoorwill called as he breached my innocence, possessing me, making my body, my heart, his. Bryden, his hands so tender, held me against him, soothing away the pain. I gave him my blood, staining his dark skin crimson.Such a child I was. How could I. . yes...” Scott answers both her question right at the moment of his release into her. He ejaculates hard into the catgirl’s overheated womb.But she doesn’t stop riding him. Harder and faster. He grabs her breasts with both hands and squeezes just as she reaches her pinnacle. And then she is collapses atop him, staying prostrate to him. Scott feels her juices dripping over his balls just moments later.“Merry Christmas, Scott,” she whispers in his ear. “I still have one more present for you. She pulled down my shorts, kicked them off my legs with her feet. And lifted her nightie up, she guided my cock straight into her wet steaming hot pussy.Let’s be honest, she is around 46-47, so she isn’t tight, but boy was she fucking wet. As soon as I went into her, she started fucking me. I was on top of her, but she was fucking my cock. And not slowly, but at a pace where I thought I was going to unload every drop in her, in a minute. But I held on. She turned over, through me on the bed,.