@SuperStretchMe — her fat titties. He was smirking wife now, knowing she was already drooling for his cock.
“This is what you wanted, ¿no? It’s yours if you beg me for it...”
@SuperStretchMe — until her face was completely glazed with cum. Finally, slowly, he’d stand, wandering off to get something to write with. In the kitchen he finds a sharpie, and he rushes back up to sign his name and his phone number on her huge tits, making sure to get Dash and Bob’s —
@SuperStretchMe — staring down at Helen with a grin on his face, grabbing one of her flopping tits and holding it still.
“If you guys gimme a sec, she’ll cum all over my cock and I’ll cover her in my jizz. Or, does she want it inside...?”
@SuperStretchMe — fingering her little /chocha/ while thinking of yours truly, so I just had to fuck her. Can you blame me?”
All this while he was moving his hips harder, faster, fucking her as deep as he could. Hoping to make her cum as her family watched, horrified. He laughed aloud, —
@SuperStretchMe — as /fuck/, and he could hear Dash in his room getting up and coming closer to the door. Down the hall, he thought he heard Bob calling his wife’s name. Jig’s up, Helen.
“Smile for your son and husband, puta. Show them what a fucking slut you are for young men like me.”
@SuperStretchMe — night if you are this much of a fucking whore for it...”
He spanked her again, and again, and again; mercilessly owning her pussy now. Precum mixed with her pussy juices inside her, making it easier to go faster. The lewd sounds of his balls slapping against her ass was loud —