My son was fucking me with frantic strokes. I could tell he wasn't holding anything back.Couldn't.This was his first time in pussy. He was driving him...self towards that explosion. He would become a more patient lover. I would teach him, ready him for our daughter, but for this time I enjoyed his boyish enthusiasm.I loved my son.His dick slammed deep into me. He groaned into our kiss. His body shuddered atop me. Then his hot cum spurted into my fertile pussy. That hot, incestuous seed erupted. When you won a game against a hard opponent, you felt joy and pride for yourself and your team. And when you lost, you felt abysmal sadness overwhelm you.Though none of them had anywhere the power of the extreme elation you felt right now with the book in hand.You remember getting it like it was yesterday. Probably because it was yesterday. You think to yourself as the memory floats to your mind.You had been walking back home after class while dealing with the mental attacks by the various. Disappointed, he decides to fall asleeep once again frustrated by his wife who does not fulfil her conjugal duties.He dreamed of his wife more sexually liberated, offering herself to his desires, very happy to offer herself unreservedly as her twin, of which Sam is absolutely not cold in the eyes. Freddie dreamed of a naked Melanie kneeling on the bed and leaning forward to enjoy the pussy deliciously offered by another beautiful woman with jet-black hair. Melanie slipped her fingers into her. “But as you made me repeat myself, you will be punished when we get back.” “Yes, Master,” I said, my spirits not a bit dampened. I hadn’t been punished in several days and the bruises had faded with the humiliation of the last time. Plus Master was surprising me with a night out. My clothes were laid out on the bed: a tight strappy blouse and a mini skirt, the black lace panties and bra. It was unusual for Master to allow me to wear panties and I pulled them on with gratitude. When I was.