Mia hoped off his dick and got back onto her knees at took him back into her mouth tasting her own juices. Jordan grabbed her by her hair and began fucking her face hard and fast. He pulled out of kissing her wet mouth and started jerking off while looking at her. “c’mon baby cum on my face. Use me as your little cum dumpster. Give indian me all your cum” Mia begged. She stuck her tongue out and looked up at him with her beautiful fuck me brown eyes “Fuck.…” Jordan grunted and shot rope after rope of hot cum across Mia’s face and tits. Mia scooped up the cum and sucked it off her fingers and then took Jordan’s desi fading cock into her mouth and sucked it clean. Jordan looked at Mia's sweat covered body and said “This is gonna be a fun weekend” Mia smiled, she was addicted to his cock and was gonna spend as much time as she could being filled with it. They crawled into bed and passed out. The next morning Jordan woke up to the sound of slurping. He lifted the sheet up and saw Mia going to town on his morning wood. She was giving him the best sloppy blowjob he had ever had. “Damn, you are a hungry little cock sucker aren't you,” Jordan said slyly to Mia. She looked up and slowly slid her hot, warm mouth off of him leaving a loud pop as his head popped out of her lips. “When I wake up with a package that big jabbing me in the ass it gets me pretty horny,” Mia said. “Well then get that hot little ass up here and hop on this dick!” Jordan said and pulled her up so they were face to face and she reached down and grabbed the base of his cock and slid it into her wet slit. Mia bit her lip as his cock slid in, stretching her pussy again and she began riding him, grinding against him. Jordan took Mia's breasts in his hands and squeezed them while she rode him. She squealed in excitement and began to feel her body warming up; she knew she was gonna cum soon. “Yeah, Mia ride that dick, cum for me baby” Jordan growled at her. Just hearing him talk like that threw her over the cliff and she gushed on his dick rolling in ecstasy. She didn't even have time to catch her breath before Jordan manhandled her and all of a sudden she was on her knees on the bed with Jordan behind her. Jordan looked at her nice dancer's ass and her pussy that was still dripping with her juices stepped up behind vintage her and slapped her ass. -Smack- Mia yelped sex in surprise and shook her booty taunting him. He slammed his cock in hard in her glistening pussy and kept classic going hard and fast. Jordan looked down and saw her asshole while he was fucking her and decided to push her further. He spit on her ass and pressed his finger up against her starfish until it slid in a little. I went upstairs and undressed. There are ears everywhere. Sometimes I would beg him to let me watch him masturbate so I could rub my pussy while I sucked the cum out desi of the tip and then watched it throb and pulse. Her nude form towered over Antoine who was still on his knees. I knew it was wrong, so very wrong but….not. “Oh. He just sat quietly next to her. “Let me eat you out and then I'll put a baby in kissing your belly.” “What do you say?” Who even are you? Once at the restaurant I parked and told her to go in and get the sex food. She angled her bum over towards a jet and let it spray at her bum and pussy from behind. “Thank you, Sheila,” Mother replied, disconnecting the call. It was incredible. Still as long as the drapery was open the contents of the confession box would lit enough to hide my shadow. I could see classic the logic in that. She was moving her hips meeting each of my thrusts, a huge smile on her face. Wednesday Three in the afternoon in our bedroom Bec told me earlier. “You’re no daughter of mine!" her indian father insisted. Then she got even—washing my blood-engorged vintage cock and my sensitive balls—until I could barely stand. I watched the video and continued to stroke, and Denise began to egg me on, "Don't cum, keep stroking, you know you want it! Completing the ensemble was a matching metallic purple bikini that was little more than two triangular eye patches over her nipples. I whispered. “Why him?” I asked. Hank sat down in a chair and started to open his pants.