I decide who I fuck, not you.”
The boy was on her in a second, grabbing her hand and twisting it behind her back in a brutal hammerlock. That you’re a fucking whore who can’t control herself?”
Bridgette tried to understand her nephew’s words through the agony in her shoulder. Milf sex I’m your slave.”
As she finished, she heard a knock on the door and her youngest son asked if she was alright. As miserable as she wanted to be, she had to admit to herself it was the most powerful orgasm she’d ever had. I’m your slave.”
As she finished, she heard a knock on the door and her youngest son asked if she was alright. “Mommy’s fine,” she called out, her eyes pleading with Dustin. The belt lashed out, curling around her ankle and sending a lance of fire through her body. I own you.”
Bridgette’s hands clawed at the belt but there was no give.
