Would she be broken? Keep your arms there. Milf sex you…do what I want…”
“Wait, no, stop!”
“…thinking about my cock.”
“…that hurts!”
The conversation drifted in and out before he saw the man lead his stepmom to the couch with her breasts exposed and bent her over the back of the couch. “Oh, sure. He moaned as he edged closer, imagining her kneeling in front of him; bent over the couch as he fucked her from behind; on the bed with her legs spread, offering herself to him. Spent, it took him a moment to ride down from his high, unable to remember the last time he came so hard. He chuckled, amused that she got off on the praise and rewarded her with a hard thrust and his thumb mashing against her clit. Tell me who owns you.” He groaned, eyes shut as he imagined her in all sorts of positions. I just pulled a muscle doing yoga after lunch. Immediately he threw the phone into the passenger seat of his car and rushed the 20 minutes home from the university,
