.maybe because it really WAS hot. His chest and back glistened with sweat. His cut-off jeans stained against his firm but and his thighs were well for...med and cabled with muscle. I watched him idly – not showing any interest, but drinking in the masculine beauty as he went back and forth in front of me. He was watching me as well. I could feel his eyes caress my ass and my inner thighs. GAWD!!! I could practically smell the testosterone over the smell of gas and freshly mown grass. Yean HE. One of the best moments of self-love.“Oh, my god,” Mom groaned. “Oh, my god, you came. I ... I ... Yes!”I watched in awe as my mother climaxed. Her big boobs heaved in her shirt. Her head threw back, blonde hair dancing. She stumbled, her left hand grabbing the counter to support herself. Her moans echoed through the workroom.I loved it. I licked my lips, my cunt on fire despite cumming. My twat squeezed about my digits still buried in me. I watched the ecstasy spill over my mother’s face. She. ‘…He just likes your tight cunt.’ Angelique trembled at his mere touch. So much of her wanted to strike him, to scream for help, but there was no Mikhail to save her. She was alone, stuck with no way out. At the complete mercy of him, she was powerless to stop him. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, he was in charge. There was nothing she could do as the tears slowly ran down her cheeks, feeling his thick, masculine digits slowly part her tight labia lips and slide in slowly. His breath was. It was very hot, and Vanessa was wearing cutoffs and a short midriff blouse. The same thing Chanitra had been wearing when Laura first met her. And Chanitra was the sister of Laura's lover, too.The resemblance, however, ended there. Vanessa, as Shavon had mentioned, was older than Chanitra had been at the time-nineteen. She was more self-assured, a college girl. Chanitra was very black, but Vanessa had café-au-lait skin and a fetching short haircut. She also had a button nose and a cuter.