What is there to watch in words. You are my horny bitch. Be ready for action again tonight.Mom: No, I won’t. Your dad is here. You won’t get lucky... every night.“Let’s see,” saying this, I went back, unlatched the door, and got down to my daily chores.The day went by normally. At night I forced her for a fuck. The same ritual continued for weeks. Every day she expresses the same fear, but at night gets fucked.After a month my dad decided to go to the village. It was Friday. As he was leaving that. Isn't that right?"He groaned in assent.She looked at me as if in a trance, her face beginning to contort.My lips continued to spin wicked words close to his earlobe. "You'd love to pull them out, lean down and slide that hard throbbing knob of yours right up against that horny g-spot...it would make you come so hard, wouldn't it?"His hips responded with desperate thrusts into the glove that was fashioned to feel as if it had tiny tongues lining its depths.“You started out wanting to watch it. Got some fresh cum in that nice pussy of yours.’ ‘Sure do, wanna lick it out, big boy? Or leave your own on top of it?’, I answered, yes, I was still ready for a little play with my boyfriend. ‘How about both, all this action tonight’s got me really horny.’ And that’s just what I got and I slept so happily after, my pussy, such a happy girl. That began my affair with Joel which continues to this day. He’s in college, sadly halfway across the country, but when he’s back, he’s right back in my. Every inch of her carried his favourite tastes and scents. He loved her eager responses in their small, intimate touches: mouth on his ear, breath on his neck, the way her chest hitched when he kissed just below her throat. At this rate they wouldn’t even be able to make the short distance to the bed. She reached down for his belt buckle and fumbled clumsily with the unfamiliar metal, eager to peel back the fabric and get down to the fleshy fruit of his body; all hot blood and.