“Oh fuck, oh yes, please fuck my super-soaked wet mommy pussy!” I cried out without pause, wanting him to pound me harder and harder by the second without the slightest relent. I wouldn’t allow him to falter, I had something to prove and that meant making damn sure he went overboard right on my needy cunt. My pussy juices had already surrounded him, squelching out with each thrust and coating my thighs with proof of bliss and his man card. His cock was so deep, so probing I felt properly spelunked in my depths far before he was done. He dug himself a special place deep inside of me with his long meaty sperm stick and chanted the mantra of adult phone lines with his hips. There’s something special about being dominated by one of your sons, feeling his needs pulse reverberate through his cock like a powerful warlord’s rapid steps. His dick was getting ready to make something of itself by pouring into my proven pussy, and I was ready for it. He knew what’d happen, I made him with this very pussy after-all. He’s so hell-bent on giving me a daughter that I couldn’t say no if it was with my last breaths. Who could say no to their boy when they’re honestly being loving and caring? Who would want to? I can feel it, his grunting getting faster, his breaths harder, his hammering shaft pulsing over and over with forbidden need. I spread myself a little wider for him, so he knew he had permission to do exactly what he wanted without ever having to ask if it was okay to pour all his spunk inside of me like some spoiled brat.
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