” I loved calling myself Mommy, reinforcing how taboo this was. It made my cunt so wet. “Just devour your wicked Mommy.”“Yes,” he groaned an...d licked again.The minivan's door creaked as I undulated against it. His hands slid up my thighs, abandoning his cock to caress me. I shuddered, loving his touch as his tongue caressed my folds. He had his face pressed so tight, his nose rubbing my clit as he dove his tongue deep into my cunt's depths.I groaned. All morning I had been dripping wet. I needed. I never wanted to get caught looking at herhuge tits, after all.Todaywas different. Before I continue with this scene, I'll have to tell you why; Iwas with my family on the fourth of July. We went to watch fireworks, everyonedrove together, from my mom's house. I live on my own, but I join my family inevents sometimes anyhow. Well, as usual, my family got into a fight before weeven got to the bay. Just after the fireworks ended, I saw a shooting star. Ofcourse I wished on it. My wish was, "I. Studio:as i said before, the studio is situated in the same building, next to her apartment in a ugly and dusty communist era building (you won’t find much other buildings in that city). The BDSM furniture is low quality, mostly improvised stuff and some of it is just gym material (a gym rack … ) the used materials and tools are also poor quality just as her outfits. She has no real leather stuff besides two old pairs of boots. all the rest is chinese made lycra and other unpleasant fake stuff.. Your fingers gently massaged my still tender clit, and I was sickened to find myself ready again, even though I realized that your other hand was performing similar maneuvers to my daughter's pussy. "Which one should I fuck first? Already had the one, so I guess I should try the other. Mom, guess you'll have to make do with my fingers this time." It is difficult for me to take all of you, so of course with her, it was even more of a struggle. She started trying to get away, but you took.