He pulled his cock back into his pants and I had just stood up when Frederick entered the kitchen. Indian sex Michael smiled knowingly. “Yep.”
“One, two, three,” Michael counted before they thrust into me, my breasts crashing into Frederick’s face as I screamed, the double deepness bringing intense pleasure, “Yes, Fuuuuuuck meeeeeeeee, boooooooys.”
And in perfect unison, I rose and fell as my son and his best friend double penetrated me. My breathing increased as my son kept pumping his cock in my cunt while pleasing my jugs. I pleaded, desperate for release, “Oh God, Michael, fuck Mommy, please baby.”
“No Mom,” he replied, his tone amused, “Fuck yourself on your son’s cock.”
“Ooooooooh, you diiirty boooooy,” I moaned, as I began bouncing back on his cock, allowing his cock to fill me completely.
