My husband could control my lusts, channel them. “He’d be so angry at you,” moaned Vicky. Milf sex Lee’s fingers dug into my butt-cheeks. Her head leaned forward. The meaty thwacks sent pain shivering through me, my pussy clenching, aching for my son to fill my whore-pussy. A cracking slap, thundering like a lightning bolt, echoed through the living room. Mom, still sucking on my clit, stared up at me as she guided his dick to my asshole. I screamed out in pain as my husband, my Master, disciplined me. How I would “reluctantly” agree to fuck Principal Carver with Leyla just to let her keep being a whore. I had enough boys fuck my asshole during the gangbang, keeping me loose enough to take his pussy-lubed dick. “I am a filthy, cheating whore, my Master!” My ass burned so much. “You’ve been paying a lot of attention to her.”
He shrugged.
