"Are you getting tired of screwing and old bag like me?", she asked. It was odd having this conversation with her because I could only see her in shad...ow, and had no idea what her expressions were, or even how she was dressed. She downed two more glasses of cognac as we talked, and I could tell she was getting intoxicated. She reached for another smoke, but knocked her glass off the table. "Son of a bitch," she growled, "Hate to waste any of it....can you snap on the light next to you for me?" I. Mom looked very uneasy as she stood there still naked. My cock stood straight up as I laid on my back knowing full well mom would have to give in to my demands. Mom then said okay and she got on the bed, stradling me. She moved so her hairy mom pussy was right over my young cock, her lips just brushing my cock head sending tingles thru my body. She then said "Do not cum inside me" and she grabbed my cock and guided into her as she lowered herself down on me. Her cunt felt great as I bottomed. I smiled crookedly at the woman, my lip swollen and my left eye completely closed. I moved around to the other side of the post, pulled again and got some more movement. Then I looked up at the ceiling which was the floor of the room above and wondered if this post supported all that weight. But three posts spanned the middle of the cellar, and the one I was chained to was in the middle, nearest the steps. I guessed the floor would not collapse if it was suddenly removed. I hoped it would not. Please let me go! Please! I'm begging you!!”“Shut the fuck up, you fucking wimp!” she said, rolling him onto his back and grabbing his limp, exhausted prick in her hands.In Jilnar's expert hands, any cock, no matter how much she's already drained it, can become hard again. No matter how much he may try to resist, no man can. Jilnar has more control of any man's cock then he does himself. It's like watching some kind of perverted snake charmer. Something Morgan the Defeated was learning, as.