Yeah, I think, that dildo is keeping me chilled out. I guess I should call it a ?chilldo? I silently (for several reasons) laugh. Gallows humour is ...the best kind.The hand starts to expertly work the head and I would squirm if I could, but I am held in place to the pole behind me, not by miles of rope, but by the simple, elegant solution of a very large, very unmovable plug up my ass with its base attached to the pole.I am mortified to realize I am really starting to get close as this guy. I’m still sniffing my poppers, and I feel like I’m about tom blackout “You are a sissy slut” when I decide to gofor it, and I really commit to sliding the 8.5 inch girth into my already straining ass “Be a cock slut” OHHHHHH MYYYY GOOOODDDDD I scream as half of Bam rips into me. I drop the poppers, my body shakes, and I wet the floor. I slowly start riding, and reach for my soft little clitty and start tugging. “You are a fag” I’ve taken so much poppers and I’m in so much pain, I can’t get. He had weaponized his smiles, his frowns, and simple words. Her stomach spun in knots every time she was with him. He patted her exposed belly, rubbing it softly, smiling down at her young body.“I want you to think about that first time you were molested. Fixate it in your mind, your feelings, your fears, your emotions. All of it, good and bad. Can you do that for me babygirl?” As he asked, he smoothly unbuttoned her jeans, sliding the zipper down. Then, ever so slowly he slid his hands down. Oh God, mom, I think I’m…” His voice was cut off as Jill pressed her mouth to his. Her tongue thrust into his mouth and dueled with his. Tim’s balls began tightening, his juice was churning at the base of his tube, the seed was seconds away from erupting from the purple head of his thrusting cock. The cock that was nestled between his mother’s legs. The cock that was nestled against his mother’s pussy. The cock his mother was squeezing between her thighs.Jill stepped back from her son; his cock.