Rebecca was shuddering all through her nubile body and her tits were bouncing tantalizingly.

Harry reached up to maul her firm tits and pluck at the taut tips, then slid his hands down and grasped her by the hips, pulling upward as he urged her to start the fucking rhythm.

Rebecca rose up, her cunt dragging on his cock so hard that her cunt-lips seemed to be pulled inside out. She went up until only the head, of his prick was in ber cunt, paused for a moment, then settled back down, taking every sweet inch back into her cunt.

Harry moved with her, humping up from the bed as her pussy descended. She twisted her hips around, adding torque to the in-and-out friction, and her talented cunt-muscles began to ripple on him, closing in a series of concentric rings that fluttered up his cock-shaft from the root to the throbbing crown.

Harry groaned. It felt as if she had a mysterious hand inside her belly, frigging him off. Her cunt-hole was molded around the contours of his cock, clinging to every inch. As he stuffed her, his fat cock filling her to the brim, cunt-juice sprayed out, lathering her pussy and soaking his balls.

Marion licked her lips. She wished that she could join them, yearning to suck his cock lick his ball. With depraved desire, she longed to suck her daughter's cunt, as well.

Rebecca's heart-shaped ass pushed down and her ass-cheeks spread, revealing the puckered, brown bud of her shit-hole.

Marion would, have loved to push her tongue up there, too. Totally abandoned to lust, she thrilled to the fantasy of sucking Harry's cum out of Rebecca's fuck-hole, then sucking her cunt-juice off his prick. She adored watching them, yet it was frustrating as well. It wasn't easy, being a mother.

Rebecca's ass was churning, swinging from side to side as her cunt pushed down she took him balls-deep into her pussy. She arched her back, then bowed it. Her thighs rippled and trebled, and her pretty face was a musk of passion framed by her ebony tresses. She bit her lower lip, and her eyelashes fluttered, her nostrils flared. She was moaning and whimpering, gurgling and gasping.