"Ohhhhhhfffffffff!"

Her mother's body was shaking, shuddering violently while her spine arched upward, forcing her body into a kind of weird bridge-like position in spite of the bonds. Hank moved one hand down to the woman's pussy, dipping his fingers into the buttery mess, then painting his cock with those flowing juices. Sharon watched as her mother's muscles cramped again, pressing out against her flesh. How marvelous it must be to feel the man's callused fingers touching her like that, caressing her cuntlips and clit while his prick hung there, inches away from her pussy! Sharon's teeth chattered as these and other forbidden thoughts drifted through her mind.

"Ahhhh, fuck yeah baby, baby… nothin' like havin' my prick fryin' up in a good, hot pussy!" Hank sighed, his head snapping back as his mouth opened with pleasure.

Janice was whimpering more excitedly, sounding like a frightened puppy. Hank laughed at her, then lowered his head and covered one aching nub of a nipple with his mouth. Janice's eyes widened as she wallowed frantically against the bed. How the springs squeaked and groaned now as hot spit trickled down her mother's tit. Sharon could hear the big man smacking and licking hungrily, sucking with a passion she couldn't believe!

"Uhhhfhhfhhfffff!"

Now his cock was slipping back, sliding toward her swollen cuntmouth. Sharon stood up shakily, bracing herself more carefully against the rotting wooden sill as Hank prepared himself for entry. And then he lunged fast, spearing her mother's pussy with one quick blow.

"Fuck! Jesus, fuck… good and tight and hot, like some teeny bopper!" Hank cried out, snapping his head from left to right.