She did that five or six times, each time my hard cock slid all the way down her throat it sent a shudder through me. My hands found the back of her h...ead and my fingers tangled in her hair as I forced her to take me faster with her mouth. She never batted an eye, her mouth working to handle all of me.After a few more minutes of that, I pulled her up on to my lap, feeding all of my nine inches into her tight wet hole. I started raising my hips as she ground back and forth on my cock, sending. Before sliding his zipper down, I rubbed his bulge once more. It had grown to an immense size. I couldn’t wait to see it.I used both hands to slide his zipper down. He squirmed a bit on the bench. His bulge pressed hard against his boxers which were now the only thing between me and his ever-growing cock. My fingers shook. Although he had given me permission to look, I was still quite nervous.I rubbed his bulge through his boxers. I could feel the ridges on its surface formed by the blood. He squirted some in his hands and began jerking Ashton’s two-inch.Ashton wailed, “Ooh yes!”“You’re a tiny dick faggot,” Terry scolded. “I love watching you switch around the house. I just can’t wait till your mom and sisters leave on Saturdays.”“Really, stepdaddy?”“Yeah, bitch. This is how I used to my prison bitch,” he confessed. “One of my coworkers at the bakery saw you and said you were cute.”“Oh wow!”“Yeah, he said he had a Puerto Rican boi toy.”Ashton rode harder. “Dammit, bitch! You can. Crawling over her, his mouth found hers again, kissing her hard, all tongues, as their hands pulled and ripped at each others clothes, up and off and away, his mouth again on her neck, pushing her shirt up and out of the way, finding her hard nipples with his fingers, and hearing her sigh as she ripped through the buttons of his shirt, losing some along the way and down to the button of his jeans, rolling him over to pull them off and fighting him, pulling her body to him, stopping her, to kiss.