[Cock Ninja Studios]Mom darling Son Orgasm Instruction Part 2 of 3

Gotta keep 'em clean. Sucks." "Seriously, dude?" he winced as he hefted his bag over his shoulder. As usual, he was wearing a Pistols t-shirt under his denim shirt to match his bootcut jeans which had seen better days, "Ain't nothing gonna make me ever lose the whiskers fer sure." Doofus never let anything get between him and his morbosity. The bell rang again and as we teen were making our way along the corridor, he suddenly put a hand on my arm. "Bro," he whispered aloud, "Major pussy alert at Fucking thirteen o'clock." He nodded towards a group of girls who were approaching us. Uh. Uh oh. There she is again. My never to board dreamboat. In all her sexy as fuck glory. As always she was perfect. Blonde hair in a ponytail, pale blue shirt with matching choker and a pair of white pants that fit her shapely legs, thighs and crotch so tight there should be a law against it. She was the only one who made my heart sing and cry all at once. We were so far apart socially, physically, and mentally, I may as well have been invisible. Or on Uranus. Being the major league slackers we were, we both sort of slowed to a stop and pretended to laugh about something as we both tried not to stare at the group as they passed. They probably thought we were a right pair of drooling idiots as dreamboat suddenly glanced my way bbw with a smile on her face. "Hey, Henry," she said without stopping. Doofus and me froze. What the fuck? We were both rooted to the spot and turned MILF to watch the group of girls walking away laughing. WHAT THE FUCK? "Dude," he said, sounding as surprised as I felt, "She spoke to you. She said your fucking name." Thank Christ for mom that. “Hey you old fuck, why didn’t you tell me that-” and I stopped, having interrupted Prestira Rasloraca MILF and her exotic female partner mid-mutual-cunnilingus. I told her that we Fucking would swap the outfits later so we will be showing equal amount of skin. I managed to spread her mature teen pussy till I say the bright pink insides of her vagina. She can only moan into his mouth. Have you got such a mole?” he bbw asked lustfully. Before it stopped altogether, I slid back to my knees and took his dick into my mouth again, swallowing more than a few drops of his pee. “Do you want them to fuck you?” The old man thrust a hand at me, fingers splayed wide. I blinked. She said please come back anytime. He kissed her hard and passionately, Sadie's legs draped over his lap, nearly sitting on top of him while his fingers bruised her windpipe, holding her close and reminding her that she belonged to him. "Hey, what's the big deal?" It was okay. *"Better? 'What the fuck do you mean Aaron?' Their names were Zoey and mom Butch. That large girth stretched me out.