Sometimes, Kelly’s tits appear to be completely non-existent. Joy’s hair is shorter, but about the same color… her stylist takes care of the gre...y. As she slowly stroked my limp cock, I asked, “Something bothering you today, Puss?” I had tagged the nickname on her several months ago and she didn’t seem to mind it at all.“I’ve been thinking about mother a lot, the last couple of days. She enjoyed your cock as much as I do. I wish she was still here with us, just one more time.”***** Della, Joy’s. “It sounded like something tearing.”“I didn’t hear anything,” Derek answers with a smile.“I must just be hearing things,” she rationalizes. “So anyway, like I was saying...”She doesn’t get another word. Derek’s cock has already slipped across, underneath the table. It hovered for a moment in front of her panty-less crotch before striking, effectively cutting her off.Derek smiles even larger and at this point Derek no longer exists but in the back of Ereka’s mind. The shirt Ereka wears bursts,. He had waited so long for such a feeling that he was incapable of drawing it out, making it last. When another bout of ropes sprayed out, he stepped back to watch as his seed dribbled and ran over her beautiful breasts. Stepping forward, Don went to his knees. With his head between her thighs, he breathed her in; loving the musky smell of her honey. Wanting to taste and savor such divine flavors, Don dipped his tongue deep into her cunt, drawing her juices out. She tasted of vanilla and. You playing with my balls. My hands are holding your ankles. You’re slamming yourself up and down on me. You reach behind yourself. Taking my hand and you ask me to slide a finger into you. You lean forward and I do. The extraordinary tightness driving us both wild. You cum as you beg for it to go deeper. I push it deep into you. You’re leaning forward. On all fours. I’m on my back. Loving the view as you continue to fuck yourself on me. Bouncing. Fucking. Your legs shake as you work yourself.