She was wearing her powder blue bathrobe, which vaulted forward over her huge chest, and her hair was wet. She had struck me as hard as she could. “Wait, wait.” She reached down and started fingering her clit. Yes! “Believe me, Peter, considering the situation, I wish you were a little smaller.”
“You’ll be singing a different tune in a few minutes,” I said, giving her another two inches and watching her lips inhale my shaft between her huge, jiggling tits. “Believe me, Peter, considering the situation, I wish you were a little smaller.”
“You’ll be singing a different tune in a few minutes,” I said, giving her another two inches and watching her lips inhale my shaft between her huge, jiggling tits. “Oh, my god,” I moaned. Otherwise, it’ll just be you and me.”
Mom, who had taken a hopeful step into the room, leaned back against the wall by the light switch and let out a long, defeated sigh. Twelve inches, and very thick. I squeezed my throbbing cock through my pants, desperately wanting to whip it out and jack off right then and there. It’s done. I’ll even
