Adultery My Mom & the exchange student

[Penetration]

"Ah um..." Mom moaned in comfort,

As his body was pressed forward, Sam's lower body almost pressed against his mother's butt. Fortunately, I could still see that Sam did not press against it.

"Okay, Mom, are you comfortable?" Sam stood up, turned to his mother and asked,

Although this process was very fast, I was watching from the opposite side. I seemed to see something move in Sam’s basketball shorts. Sam turned around, but I didn’t see it.

"Well, thank you Sam," Mom turned her head and looked at us.

Mom's face is rosy at this time, her eyes are gentle, her mouth is slightly raised, and she is very cute. A few hairs are lazily attached to her forehead. She is very charming and has everything she needs.

"Sam, awesome," I also admire Sam,

"Zihan, you also lie down and I'll press it for you. Didn't you say you're a little tired today?" As he said that, Sam forced me to press me on the sofa. I had no choice but to let him press me.

"Oh... Sam... be gentle... that's right... ah... so sore, so sour... hahaha... ah..." I also let out bursts of screams, feeling both pain and happiness.

"Giggle..." Mom looked at us and smiled happily.

Mom lay on her stomach for a while, then got up and went upstairs. After a while, she changed her clothes and went downstairs to work in the kitchen.

Sam was also sitting on my lap, and I paid special attention to it. I didn't feel anything strange. It was just that I was thinking too much.

After dinner, I haven’t updated "Forbidden Bookstore" for a weekUpload what I wrote 

Mom and Sam are watching TV in the living room and doing homemaking. I go back to the bedroom to write my novel. These days, I play with Li Xiaojun,I have gradually been able to my herWhat happened next was that a book fan from Germany was very interested in the novel I wrote and kept asking me to update it as soon as possible. The fan even gave me dozens of dollars in rewards. I was happy for several days.

So as not to disappoint my book fans, in the bedroom. I started typing words with concentration, dedicating the best stories to readers who like me from all over the world.

"Ah..." I don't know how long it took, but a cry pulled me back to the real world.

It seems to be coming from the living room, what's wrong?