‘Look how fucking wet you are, you love this don’t you, a real fucking whore.’‘I do love it, please touch me’ I beg.‘You need my cock bitc...h, that’s what a slut like you needs.’‘Oh fuck I do but no, I can’t, remember my rules.’He lies on top of me, his weight pinning me to the seat, and starts rubbing his cock on my pussy. Oh fuck it feels good, but is it breaking my rules? I don’t care at this point, it feels too good, his big throbbing black cock sliding up and down my aching wet pussy.He. "I'm in the kitchen," came theresponse. We entered the kitchen. "Hey dad. I've brought my new friendsover, I hope that's ok?" Dad turned away from the counter that he wascleaning. "That's fine sweetie. Would you all like something to drink?"he asked. We all nodded and after I introduced my friends to dad, hehanded each of us a glass of coke and we headed upstairs."So what games do you have?" Hannah asked looking around my room. "WellI only have the one at the moment. It's called Fifa," I said.. Again?” Susy looked to her left. She could see her knuckles turn white as her grip tightened again. Her wedding ring glinted at her, half buried in the sheets.“Just ... one ... more ... time.” Patrick lifted himself up, his hands on her lower back for support. “I ... need ... more.”“Oooohhhhh,” Susy squealed.Sally sat on her bed, her back supported by her pillows. She was naked, with her legs spread wide. She worked her love button furiously as she listened to her brother breed her mom. They. .." His voice trailed off. They stood quietly for a long moment on the doorstep, the silence of lovers who understand what is being said without the need for words. Finally, Kevin kissed Paula lightly."We will be late for our reservations if we stand here any longer," he chuckled, taking her arm and guiding her down to the car. He opened the door and stepped back to watch as Paula bent to step into the sexy little sports car.The black leather skirt rode up, revealing the lower curves of her.