He reached his hands up and grasped my cock. I sucked in a sharp breath. He grasped my ball sack with his left hand and my cock with his right. He gav...e my still semi-hard cock a gentle squeeze. “Did it feel good?” he repeated his question. I did nothing to remove his hands. My cock went limp with shock. He began to move his left hand in a gentle circular motion on my balls. I felt my eyes falling close and my cock growing hard again. I didn’t understand why he was touching me like that, but I. Shouldnʼt,” was all she could manage in a gasping whisper.
“Please, Mommy, please!”
 Every second the climax was nearing, tearing reason from her, offering the ultimate pleasure if only she would surrender. Helen Connors had never orgasmed vaginally. Raped in the back seat of a car as a teen, she had become traumatized to the degree that when she met Larry they had had sex together only twice, both times unsatisfactorily for them both. Since then he had sought physical pleasure with girlfriends. Chloe thrust away at me. She fucked her dick into my bowels. My futa-dick drank in the sensation. The ache built at the tip. My pussy grew hot, too. My two different types of orgasm built in me.I would have such a great cum. I looked forward to it as the fourteen-year-old futa hammered me. She rammed to the hilt in me over and over again. It was incredible. I savored every moment of it. her thrusts plunged faster and faster. She buried into me again and again.“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned,. Let’s try that speech from the top!” as she takes the showerhead to be a mic.Savita’s mind goes a little naughty,with the shower head in her hands she starts spraying the forceful water on her vagina.She says, “I will definitely be the candidate with the cleanest, most satisfied pussy.”After a brief moment of naughtiness, she gets back to her senses.“Better wrap this up before I run out of hot water!” she says to herself.She steps out of the bathroom naked, the towel wrapped around her.