“Bob, you don’t think she will be problem.” “No Worry.” “I own the bitch.”
Josh and I hung out until Morgan got home. Milf sex Morgan followed naturally leaning over the chair back. We watched the video together while Morgan gave me great hand job. Morgan stood red faced, tears began running down her cheeks. As I filmed her tits, Josh grabbed on and laughed. No bra as I had instructed. Seeing her looking up at us, cum seared over her face, I was so hard I jacked my cock cumming over her hair. “Bob, what are you doing?” “Don’t worry, just keep your hands on the chair back.” I pulled out another cam. “Smile for the camera, Morgan.” “That’s not much of smile.” “Tell us how you like that cock in your cunt.” “Come on, tell Bob you like it.”
Not a word out of Morgan. I pulled my dick from her mouth. “Look in the camera Bitch.” Laughed Josh. Morgan saw the video, “Why do you watch that.
