I pumped my mother full of my spunk. The blonde girl faced Elouise Tuft and her daughter Christabella. Her mother moaned, clearly enjoying the taste of her daughter’s virgin twat. I basted her. “Oh, yes, yes!” I gasped, my mother’s tongue fluttering around in my pussy. Mom rolled down her window as I panted. “Elouise and Christabella!” Chloe groaned. She had a rich, mocha-brown hue to her skin, not nearly as dark as her mother, Alesha Lyon. “I know!” she purred as she slammed down me. She had fallen into a sixty-nine with Danielle, the pair squirming beside us. I closed the door, looking around. I pumped away at her, savoring the pleasure of her deflowered twat massaging my futa-cock. “I love your cock being in me.”
Her round tits jiggled as she squirmed, leaned back enough her shoulder blades were on the dashboard. I slammed my futa-dick to the hilt in her depths, reveling in her pussy’s grip. I loved their weight. “Oh, honey, you make Mildred feel so good,” her mother purred. Faster. Her titties heaved as she straightened up. “I want that. I pumped away at her. He flinched back and drew his handgun. I pressed against her pussy. This amazing rapture swept through my body.
