The strap slid away. All it took was the barest of shrugs, and the dress was on the floor. She stood before him naked in all her glory. Just let him t...ry to ignore that anymore. He wasn’t able to. How could he? No sooner was the dress discarded than he was back on her. His hands ran up her thighs, the fingers of one finding their way inside her. His head lowered to her breast, peppering it with tiny, gentle kisses. He was hers now, and he never even realized it was happening. The best part was,. No, no, no.... fuuuuuck! I thought, I can't get wet right now! But I knew it was out of my control. I love being smacked while fucking, when I'm horny I feel no pain, being hit only intensifies my pleasure. I prayed he wouldn't notice, but knew he would. He stopped suddenly and looked at me intrigued. "Your wet." He snarked. "I probably peed!" I said defensively. He sniffed his hand and cracked a smile. "Look who the pervert is now." He teased. I couldn't string a sentence together, my pussy. There’s a sense of deja vu.Today, she adds something new to the missionary position. Not innovative, just something I haven’t seen Mom do before. She laced her fingers behind her neck.Such a small, almost effortless change, but it changes everything. Her armpits hair is exposed, a turn-on for me.This pose lifts her ribcage and her breasts lift, too. Not dormant on her rib cage or flaccidly leaning on her upper arms at her sides. They’re proud, fuller, rounder. Arrogant breasts. This pose. The women jeered as he gasped and snorted through the gusset, his cock bobbing and boning at the intoxicating scent of a thoroughly dominant woman's cunt and arsehole; a thin line of sticky pre-cum dribbled down from his bell-end, delighting the women. Ruth stood dominantly over him as he wanked frantically, snorting eagerly at the sweaty gusset as his hand stroked his bone-hard erection; his submission was complete as he moaned and convulsed, bringing rapturous applause and taunting from the.