“I can’t go home without them.” She says with a tone of acceptance. Teens, milfs, and gilfs coming in all manners of shapes, sizes, and colors. An hour later I see Mary and Anna’s daughters return to Matt’s place, seemingly coming back from the local Jimmy Stop gas station slash grocery store. It simply amazes me how this trashy place could be thriving with so much wet pussy it could drown a man. “Your dick doesn’t interest me.”
“We’ll see.” I retort angrily pressing myself into her shallow opening, her hands squeeze my arms painfully in retaliation to the swift plunge. She backs up and strokes my creamer out onto her cinnamon sprinkled breasts. “Most women would get jealous to have to share a cock, but I’m curious to were this venture of yours will end up,” she says with a laugh, and heads out of the front door. “Am I not enough?” She asks squeezing her plump tits back into her bra. “I can take off my own shorts you asshole,” she says pushing me back, before surrendering her cotton shield, and laying a deliciously bald slab of
