Pete stepped out to the bathroom to get a towel, Amy was in the hall. His left hand slipped inside to cup her right breast. She’ll be a bit sore just from the stretch, but she can adjust if you’re easy.”
“I don’t know how long I can last! She’ll be a bit sore just from the stretch, but she can adjust if you’re easy.”
“I don’t know how long I can last! Amy didn’t squirt like her mom, but she had her juices running down Pete’s hand and arm. With her son shoving his huge dick deep in her youngest daughter shooting his load and her daughter’s fingers in her pussy, it was too much. He watched her shift from one foot to the other and seen she had juices running down her inner thigh. Pete’s breath was short and he gasped for air for a moment. Did it taste bad?” Pete asked feeling confident almost cocky. Amy was flopping under Pete as he pumped in and out. Slowly Pete worked his cock in and out of Amy’s hot, tight, hole. He squeezed softly as his index finger brushed across her nipple. Sara lay still her brain fogged from her orgasm. I should have already been doing this.
