The night kept going one for a couple more hours. At the moment everyone had to leave, my gf offered Monica to stay the night in the guest room, as sh...e lived a bit far, and it might not be safe for a girl to go that drunk back home alone. As they all left, I stayed behind cleaning the living room while they both went into their respective rooms. Once I was done cleaning, I headed to my bedroom. I stopped by Monica's door, and knocked to see if she needed anything. When she opened the door, she. Her mother, just 19 at the time of her own birth, sliddeeper into addiction after that, and had died of a heroin overdose whenMariah was 11. Aunt Tonya had raised her after that. No wonder she feltsuch a strong bond with the woman. She realized her eyes were closed andshe was crying again. She felt the girls tugging on her denim jacket."Mommy? What wrong, mommy?"She looked at Chanita and felt a sudden flood of tenderness and concernunlike anything she had experienced in her former life.. It took a few minutes, but soon there was enough moisture that it moved from pain to mild discomfort, but then Kel started fucking me hard. Kel’s pressure pushed me closer to the window as I moved forward his thrusting stimulated my prostate more and more. I was pretty close to the window as I reached down and started to jerk off. Kel’s deep long thrusts were starting to feel really good and I needed to relieve the cum pressure that was building up from the constant prostate massage I was. Her sweet pussy was making all kinds of noises. I sat up and held her breasts. I twisted and pulled at her eraser style nipples. “Oh Papi, your cock is so big. Fuck me, Papi!” I was really turned on when she called me, “Papi." I started to buck up into her tight cunt hard. She moved her pretty little waist as I pounded her cute cunt. She then let out some screams and came hard on my cock. “I want you to get on my face. I want to lick your pretty pussy.” “Papi, I’d like that. You want to lick my.