11-02-2023, 10:45 PM
"Hhhmmmpph!" Mom arched her back when she felt it slide in. Paul slid his finger out and waited for Mom to take a deep breath, before interrupting her and slamming his digit back inside of her. He did this a couple times, as if to show her he was in control.
After all that, all I could think about was how unfair the situation was! Robbie and Paul were enjoying themselves, and I had to endure my conflicting feelings of anger, lust, and jealousy!
Mom was bent over on the desk, her hands clawing into the metal, as Paul twiddled his fingers into her pussy. Paul was porking her with one hand while lowering his pants and underwear down to his ankles with the other. He kicked away his pants and underwear. Mom's head was sunk low, as Paul molested her.
I was surprised to see that Paul still had a flaccid cock. All that, and he couldn't get hard? Really?
He started choking and literally beating his dick while playing with Mom's dignity, but was unable to get the blood flowing. He even started planting his face against Mom's pussy from behind, while desperately swinging his cock around, still failing to get hard.
Mom still had some fight in her. She mumbled under her breath,"Of course, you're the type who can't get it hard."
"What the fuck did you just fuckin' say to me?" Paul grabbed Mom's hair and slammed her down on to the desk, "I'm going to make you regret that little comment of yours!" He then looked towards Robbie. "You think this is funny?"
"No Sir!" Robbie backed away from him.
"That's what I thought."
Paul grabbed Mom by the hair.
"Aghh!" She yelled, as he roughly yanked her hair and turned her towards him.
"Get that nice ass on the desk!" He shoved her back towards the desk. "Sit, Bitch."
Mom sat on the desk with her hands across her chest and her legs shut closed. She watched nervously as Paul grabbed his coffee mug. He took a sip. "Hmmm, great coffee, but needs some cream," he said, staring at Mom's breasts. "Lemme see them milkers."
Mom nervously removed her hands from her breasts.
Paul placed his mug under her nipples. "Ma'am, may I have some cream?" He asked with a smile.
Mom didn't respond.
"Go on, fill my cup."
Mom slowly reached up with both hands to her nipples. She placed her fingers on her areolas, and glared at Paul, as she milked herself into his coffee.
"More!" Paul demanded, as his cup got filled with her breast milk. He pulled the cup away once it was full.
Paul took a sip, saying, "Now, this is great." He took a long drink, and set his now half-empty cup down. "These look delicious! Make sure you get this part, Robbie."
Robbie got closer and filmed, as Paul cupped Mom's tits. Paul leaned forward and placed his lips around her areola, sucking her nipple into his mouth.
Mom looked away as Paul suckled on her breasts. She whimpered when he opened his jaws wide, then chomped down. "Auuurghh!"
Paul stopped suckling, and moved up her tits. There were bite marks around her nips. He sucked on her chest, kissing his way up, and leaving hickies all the way up her neck. He wrapped his hands around her, and forced her to push her chest against him, as he placed his lips against hers. His hand made its way to the back of her head, and he forced his tongue into her mouth. Mom was forced to accept his kisses and gropes.
His other hand was in between her legs, playing with her pussy as he made out with her. I could hear Mom gag as his slimy tongue invaded her mouth. When he pulled away, strings of Paul's spit were dangling off Mom's chin. Mom wiped off her mouth and closed her legs.
Paul's cock had grown, but was still half-flaccid. He rubbed it a few times, before taking out a bottle from his pocket that had blue pills in it. He popped one of the pills with what was left of his coffee.
Mom looked terrified as Paul brought in the small box with the mini-vibrator, the one he'd planted in her cart. Paul took it out. "Spread your legs wide," he ordered.
Mom shook her head. He pulled up a chair and sat in front of her.
Paul grabbed her knees and forced her them apart, further. He then grabbed her ankles, and placed them on his shoulders. Robbie had gotten closer, and I could see him looking over Paul's shoulder to get a better view of Mom's bushy pussy.
Paul took out the little clit massager. Mom immediately covered her pussy when she saw what Paul was doing.
Paul moved her hands away. She didn't offer much resistance. He pressed a button, and the vibrator turned on.
"Ohhh." Mom closed her eyes as Paul pressed it against her cunt.
Robbie put the camera down momentarily to take his pants off; he'd started jerking-off while recording Mom.
"Bobby, come play with her tits." Paul said. "Make sure you keep filming, though."
Robbie didn't need to be told twice. "I'm sorry," he said, before awkwardly touching her breasts.
He recorded himself circling his fingers around Mom's sore areolas. He rubbed his palm over every inch of her breasts. His eyes were wide open! It was probably the first time he'd ever touched a woman.
Paul slowly massaged her clit with the vibrator, while inserting a finger into her pussy.
He slid his finger in and out while stimulating her. Meanwhile, Robbie was massaging her bruised breasts.
Mom started to lean back on the desk. She bit her lip, as Paul skillfully worked her cunt and Robbie clumsily toyed with her boobs. Paul definitely had a ton of experience doing this to poor housewives!
After all that, all I could think about was how unfair the situation was! Robbie and Paul were enjoying themselves, and I had to endure my conflicting feelings of anger, lust, and jealousy!
Mom was bent over on the desk, her hands clawing into the metal, as Paul twiddled his fingers into her pussy. Paul was porking her with one hand while lowering his pants and underwear down to his ankles with the other. He kicked away his pants and underwear. Mom's head was sunk low, as Paul molested her.
I was surprised to see that Paul still had a flaccid cock. All that, and he couldn't get hard? Really?
He started choking and literally beating his dick while playing with Mom's dignity, but was unable to get the blood flowing. He even started planting his face against Mom's pussy from behind, while desperately swinging his cock around, still failing to get hard.
Mom still had some fight in her. She mumbled under her breath,"Of course, you're the type who can't get it hard."
"What the fuck did you just fuckin' say to me?" Paul grabbed Mom's hair and slammed her down on to the desk, "I'm going to make you regret that little comment of yours!" He then looked towards Robbie. "You think this is funny?"
"No Sir!" Robbie backed away from him.
"That's what I thought."
Paul grabbed Mom by the hair.
"Aghh!" She yelled, as he roughly yanked her hair and turned her towards him.
"Get that nice ass on the desk!" He shoved her back towards the desk. "Sit, Bitch."
Mom sat on the desk with her hands across her chest and her legs shut closed. She watched nervously as Paul grabbed his coffee mug. He took a sip. "Hmmm, great coffee, but needs some cream," he said, staring at Mom's breasts. "Lemme see them milkers."
Mom nervously removed her hands from her breasts.
Paul placed his mug under her nipples. "Ma'am, may I have some cream?" He asked with a smile.
Mom didn't respond.
"Go on, fill my cup."
Mom slowly reached up with both hands to her nipples. She placed her fingers on her areolas, and glared at Paul, as she milked herself into his coffee.
"More!" Paul demanded, as his cup got filled with her breast milk. He pulled the cup away once it was full.
Paul took a sip, saying, "Now, this is great." He took a long drink, and set his now half-empty cup down. "These look delicious! Make sure you get this part, Robbie."
Robbie got closer and filmed, as Paul cupped Mom's tits. Paul leaned forward and placed his lips around her areola, sucking her nipple into his mouth.
Mom looked away as Paul suckled on her breasts. She whimpered when he opened his jaws wide, then chomped down. "Auuurghh!"
Paul stopped suckling, and moved up her tits. There were bite marks around her nips. He sucked on her chest, kissing his way up, and leaving hickies all the way up her neck. He wrapped his hands around her, and forced her to push her chest against him, as he placed his lips against hers. His hand made its way to the back of her head, and he forced his tongue into her mouth. Mom was forced to accept his kisses and gropes.
His other hand was in between her legs, playing with her pussy as he made out with her. I could hear Mom gag as his slimy tongue invaded her mouth. When he pulled away, strings of Paul's spit were dangling off Mom's chin. Mom wiped off her mouth and closed her legs.
Paul's cock had grown, but was still half-flaccid. He rubbed it a few times, before taking out a bottle from his pocket that had blue pills in it. He popped one of the pills with what was left of his coffee.
Mom looked terrified as Paul brought in the small box with the mini-vibrator, the one he'd planted in her cart. Paul took it out. "Spread your legs wide," he ordered.
Mom shook her head. He pulled up a chair and sat in front of her.
Paul grabbed her knees and forced her them apart, further. He then grabbed her ankles, and placed them on his shoulders. Robbie had gotten closer, and I could see him looking over Paul's shoulder to get a better view of Mom's bushy pussy.
Paul took out the little clit massager. Mom immediately covered her pussy when she saw what Paul was doing.
Paul moved her hands away. She didn't offer much resistance. He pressed a button, and the vibrator turned on.
"Ohhh." Mom closed her eyes as Paul pressed it against her cunt.
Robbie put the camera down momentarily to take his pants off; he'd started jerking-off while recording Mom.
"Bobby, come play with her tits." Paul said. "Make sure you keep filming, though."
Robbie didn't need to be told twice. "I'm sorry," he said, before awkwardly touching her breasts.
He recorded himself circling his fingers around Mom's sore areolas. He rubbed his palm over every inch of her breasts. His eyes were wide open! It was probably the first time he'd ever touched a woman.
Paul slowly massaged her clit with the vibrator, while inserting a finger into her pussy.
He slid his finger in and out while stimulating her. Meanwhile, Robbie was massaging her bruised breasts.
Mom started to lean back on the desk. She bit her lip, as Paul skillfully worked her cunt and Robbie clumsily toyed with her boobs. Paul definitely had a ton of experience doing this to poor housewives!
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