Finally, with a grunt, I reached back and guided him in. He grabbed a fistful of my short brown hair and then passed his half-full beer into my hand."When your mouth is less full, tell your husband that I like to share with my friends. I'll be sending over one or two little girls to look after him while his wife is out on the town and his eldest is recuperating from all this film-making." I braced as the dog's cock buried itself into me, trying to suck an orgasm out of Denise. I took it and pressed the cold bottle against a nipple as Thorton ran a hand down my sweaty chest, letting out a grunt.I heard wailing over the line, and then it got soft again. Well, you're going to have a very good time with me." Dom patted my ass, and the dog began to climb up unto me.His dick struck once and then twice against my upper legs. "Mmmmmmph." On the Bus - Nicholas Fellheimer Slowly adjusting to the size of Thorton's cock oozing into my loosened ass, I leaned back against his chest and cooed.Now, do you want to tell me to fuck your daughter's tiny ass? I mashed four fingers into myself and drummed on my clit with the thumb as my other hand clamped down on my nipple."Oh, that's Donovan fucking your baby girl right now.Didn't look like her father, at least not from this angle. Now I started wondering where my husband might have gotten off to. He's probably out there selling tickets to the neighbors. This is Jeremy, your daughter's boyfriend." I didn't know of anyone named Jeremy.I turned, and a rain of piss spattered across my face. He sounded like an adult, not the sort to be taking a 14-year old out on a date. "Alright." "Is your daughter making too much noise, Susanne? " "Oh, your daughter was going to ask you about something. " I could hear laughter and the phone being passed.
I felt my hand slip inside my bathrobe and run across my nipples. " "I'm sure that it would be alright with him, Jeremy." "The thing is, we're running out of condoms, and your daughter can only swallow so much cum.I ..." "Fuck, you should feel her push back against me! A wet spray dribbled from my knuckles, and I rode through. She really needs to ask her father's permission." I idly ran slick fingers through my bright pink pussy lips, feeling my thighs quiver. "If you don't mind then, Jeremy, I'll just get him." "That would be fantastic, Susanne. Husbands like that sort of thing." I made my way into the television room, where my husband was lying on the couch with our 9 year old, Denise, with their heads towards the kitchen.