11-02-2023, 10:47 PM
"Here I cum Bitch!" With three small thrusts, and one final long thrust, Paul emptied his cum into my mother. Mom's toes curled as he finished cumming. Her fingers dug into the desk as she had her own orgasm.
After a few seconds, Paul finally wiped his forehead and slid his cock out, cum dribbling out.
"Nooooo..." Mom quietly mumbled, while weakly lifting her head. She let it fall back, and started crying, after seeing Paul's cum oozing out of her pussy. Mom laid on the desk, exhausted and defeated, as the fat security guard put his clothes back on.
"Damn, Bitch, that was some good pussy. I enjoyed making you cum."
"You... didn't make me cum," Mom gathered the strength to look at him with a mean glare.
"Haha!" Paul burst out laughing, "You enjoyed my cock more than I enjoyed your pussy."
Mom was still glaring at Paul. "No, YOU didn't make me cum," Mom repeated herself. She then turned to look at Robbie. She didn't glare at him, unlike she did Paul.
"Can you believe this slut? She's in denial." Paul smirked at Robbie. "Of course, she came.
Robbie had orgasmed himself from the sideline, and had wobbly knees. "Sorry," he whispered, as he looked at Mom.
"He forced you," Mom nodded her head. "It's okay."
Mom was lying on the desk. She went to sit up. Her arms were weak; actually, her entire body looked drained. She sat up and went to crawl off the desk. She was on the floor, looking for her clothes.
Paul picked up his radio, "Tim, get your ass over here, now, or you're fired. I got a tough slu-- suspect I need help breakin-- I mean, interrogating."
"Oh no, not Tim!" Robbie whispered to himself.
Mom looked up at Paul. "Ugghhhh. WHAT?" Mom groaned and rolled her eyes, "You son of a bitch, you promised--"
"And you really believed me?." Paul said, tucking his shirt in.
I sat in the waiting room, still tied to the chair, in complete shock.
I then heard footsteps coming near me, and a distant voice that said, "I'm coming, Paul."
the end...
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After a few seconds, Paul finally wiped his forehead and slid his cock out, cum dribbling out.
"Nooooo..." Mom quietly mumbled, while weakly lifting her head. She let it fall back, and started crying, after seeing Paul's cum oozing out of her pussy. Mom laid on the desk, exhausted and defeated, as the fat security guard put his clothes back on.
"Damn, Bitch, that was some good pussy. I enjoyed making you cum."
"You... didn't make me cum," Mom gathered the strength to look at him with a mean glare.
"Haha!" Paul burst out laughing, "You enjoyed my cock more than I enjoyed your pussy."
Mom was still glaring at Paul. "No, YOU didn't make me cum," Mom repeated herself. She then turned to look at Robbie. She didn't glare at him, unlike she did Paul.
"Can you believe this slut? She's in denial." Paul smirked at Robbie. "Of course, she came.
Robbie had orgasmed himself from the sideline, and had wobbly knees. "Sorry," he whispered, as he looked at Mom.
"He forced you," Mom nodded her head. "It's okay."
Mom was lying on the desk. She went to sit up. Her arms were weak; actually, her entire body looked drained. She sat up and went to crawl off the desk. She was on the floor, looking for her clothes.
Paul picked up his radio, "Tim, get your ass over here, now, or you're fired. I got a tough slu-- suspect I need help breakin-- I mean, interrogating."
"Oh no, not Tim!" Robbie whispered to himself.
Mom looked up at Paul. "Ugghhhh. WHAT?" Mom groaned and rolled her eyes, "You son of a bitch, you promised--"
"And you really believed me?." Paul said, tucking his shirt in.
I sat in the waiting room, still tied to the chair, in complete shock.
I then heard footsteps coming near me, and a distant voice that said, "I'm coming, Paul."
the end...
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