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Daughter’s Libido and Mummy’s EgoA randy lass gets straight to work on her boyfriend in the hallway. As the boyfriend licks out her coochie against the wall, her mother moves in and licks the boyfriends exposed balls. It’s all libido, ego and cock juice from there…A young intelligent honour roll student like Brenda Carter should have known dropping your bag and your boyfriend’s pants just inside your front door after school probably isn’t the safest or potentially the most private place for a head job …rapid or lingering…hand or lips …or engaging in the stunning combination of multitasking moist mouth and hard grip on her chosen man member for a duet of pleasure delivery.In this instance Brenda’s libido thrived on the ball sapping incorporation of both grasp and gobble.Dean Richards’ pleasure rod had been teased, touched and tantalised for a couple of minutes already: his pecker the centre of their mutual youthful holding, mentally and very obviously physically.Brenda’s fingers were working sac to head… where his skin was pulled, stretched up over his ridge head…gently his skin repeatedly drawn to the head…then released to slink and slope away…then regrouped in her fingers and encapsulating his foreskin, pleasure was drawn purposefully upwards and over … hard and sure back up the shaft to the head…her finger curled just under his foreskin tip…delivering maximum enjoyment at the foremost male pleasure spot…really drawing all that extra male skin together at the tip and over the knob head.Brenda was the happiest and most engaged she had been all day…so much for college providing a stimulating environment…science experiments and historical motives…it was shaping as a long week at school…as per usual…it couldn’t compete with pecker play…what a rod to experiment with and push all the variables and no motivation had to be understood here…it was always her carnal wanderlust back to Dean’s cock…her hand…her tongue and her coochie …seeking and needing natural enjoyment …she moved the moment up a notch and was wanking him…stroke by rapid stroke… exceptional handiwork, hand raised satisfaction and hand reared precum adding to Dean’s increasing delirious male groans.She had always thought it was pretty big …but had no comparison scale …this was currently her first and only cock and it was attractive…she loved Dean’s ball sac too…it really hung…and when Brenda took head …his nut bag flapped around…a jiggle, joggle swinging movement.His rod was so hard and pointing up…wanting her mouth…his balls encased in soft, soft skin sloping in their creased crumpled pliable covering … down…it needed her fingers drifting and teasing over its velvety texture… his pouch skin…it was not unlike her own personal flapettes to touch and pull out…though god there was just so much more supple stretchy springy skin to play with…and the dual touch drove Dean to heights of mumbled moaning maleness…his hardness in her mouth…his silk stretched downwards by her fingers…down like his finger stretching down inside the outer skin fold of her pussy…god bahis firmaları she loved it when one of his finger teased downwards …and another teased inwards…The sensation in his tip, the devouring point of his and every males bodily delight, the escalating bobs of personal happiness for Dean merged into a continuous ticker tape of randy focus on his man piece …a flurry, then a surging swirling burst of concentrated male excited hardness…drawn to his pecker’s apex…caught as Brenda just sucked the fleshy tapered flesh of his foreskin between her lips…drawing it in like Dean drew in her clit-hood when he sucked between her legs…sensation returned from known fem-sensation…to her man…who groaned continually with unexpected…new activity …unrealised activity around his pecker…foreskin friction fun…just male fantastic…he couldn’t have dreamt…imagined…or even pictured this encapsulated pleasure…yet here it was…Brenda was now drawing the foreskin really forward with her fingers… stretching it forward…then god …her finger was under his foreskin on his male spot…only for a few seconds…as she felt him tense ….then it was massaging the skin back…back …to release the head for the main game…her coochies need…Shit Dean knew from experience Brenda would be sopping already …easy to take…but he knew his sturdy erectness would hold if left untouched, while he pampered his little miss’s fissure…it was seek sleek slit time…it was a designated sharing organ after all and boy did Brenda appreciate up close and personal time being given to her special sensitive spots.Brenda was back against the hallway wall and Dean was leisurely fingering her shaved muffin and pushing her into the wall as their tongues built a second zone of wild wetness. He massaged her breasts out of her blouse and dropped her skirt and panties and he went down on her.Dean’s tongue hit his target with the punch of a dart hitting the bulls eye…shit was she sensitive…she was back harder and arched up further against the hallway wall if that was possible … it was actually…she was on her toes like a ballerina…Brenda wanted the pleasure yet needed to teasingly escape it too because it was so frickin intense.Dean’s tongue was probing in a deft circular motion above her own fem-foreskin…then his mouth hovering…above it to release a dribble of spit…his saliva textured her twisted covering with his glistening film …the bud that held all Brenda’s potential pleasure was released out from its hood…so awarely sensitive to the slightest peeling backwards and forwards of its covering…It felt so nice…it felt so good…it always completely centred her pleasure.Was she getting excited…hell yes…she was young…this was her orgasm shaping territory…excited yes…Brenda felt the welling swollen arousal of climax…it was building…it was building…Brenda knew what was coming next…No she didn’t…Her mum knew a non standard pecker when she had the opportunity to see one, use one, empty one…it had been a fair few dates back since an older one had even approached kaçak iddaa the gloriousness of one this size…even her divorced cheating husband would have come up a centimeter or two shy against this masterpiece of firm sculptured flesh…the upward curve of the shaft …the perfect huge girl shaping portion…the head with it foreskin flesh…his dangling silky nut pouch was sleek, it needed licking, it invited licking…she was going to do more than that too…she knew already…as she joined them…no hesitation…but ball skin makes a great starting move…when its unexpected and you get a guy from behind…his sac dangling between his kneeling open legs…Dean’s body shot up the wall with Brenda’s…fuck was his ball bag getting special treatment…shit Brenda was good… but this new tongue and fingers were awesome and the anal rimming was sensationally unexpected…a new erogenous zone…fuck…wow…Brenda’s pussy exploded with Dean’s extra heated tongue pressure…still she needed cock…she opened her eyes and realised her mum was down between her boyfriends legs…Mrs Carter was then directing sex like a traffic cop on a busy motorway…complete authority…God Dean had a lot of cock inside her daughter…and a lot of ball bag outside…it was exciting to watch the movement of both boy parts in and around Brenda’s now expanded excited pussy lips… the size of her daughters clit though was the real revelation…as Dean pumped Brenda on the hallway carpet…Mrs Carter was momentarily watching Dean’s pecker fill her daughter… really fill her stretched eager pussy… completely filling her need for cock…filling her filthy mind too…as trampy as her mum it seemed…Mrs Carter watched the speed with which sexual pleasure grew in her daughter as she rode cock, Dean pumping pussy perfectly and of course the pace was up …Mrs Carter had one finger probing her own daughter’s sweet pink starfish and another driving Dean’s tight arsehole insane…The pure pace of Dean’s cock, the pure gorgeous interlocking of her daughter’s cunny and Dean’s pecker…the pure passionate penetration …it was: an ‘I am woman moment for Brenda’ … a just fuck me moment in her daughter’s life…a genuine maternal moment of really seeing sexual awakening in your offspring.Brenda was base…she was capitulating to total immersion in cock… total cock wonder…total overwhelming self bodily sensation building to climax…it wouldn’t have mattered if her aunt or grandmother was present…Mrs Carter kept probing two butt holes…she watched as the randy young thing she had raised massage her own clit while Dean pumped…she knew the little minx knew where her own self pleasure saturation resided and it was out …out of her mouth… in a screeching rising pitch of raised ‘ohh’s ‘and ‘my gods’…out of her body through her clit and back in through her body in the sweep of orgasm and relaxing breathing…Dean was wooden it seemed and Mrs Carter wasn’t going to waste him…She bent over the hallway table…Brenda saw her from her recovery position on the floor … her own mother was shamelessly flaunting her shaved kaçak bahis coochie between her butt cheeks…shit she was smooth…Christ her mum was fleshy between her legs…fuck her mum looked wet and ready…shit Dean was in…Dean wasn’t thinking…he wasn’t finished and any available pussy was fine….Mrs Carter knew genitals reward instantly…reward directly and reward enthusiasm above all…especially with an experienced woman’s clenching and rippling muscles around firm young cock…Dean knew instantly what his cock was getting…exciting new unrealised pleasure and he took it all.God Dean was dogging her own mum…fuck…it was intense…Brenda’s eyes lured and fixed on her own mothers coochie cock trap…a pussy… any pussy she realised is so goddamn attractive being fucked…like just any erect cock is coveted when randiness overwhelms you…The squeals from her mum were fem pitched moans…a sound both high and deep…from and revealing a baser self…a cocktail of fem sounds…cock being a very apt word here …as the cause of the screamy squeally series of: “ohh…aaH…oOO’s” from Mrs Carter…was cock. Bigger than average cock.Dean took in Mrs Carter own ego centred pussy flapette parade flanked by her still firm butt cheeks … a stunning pussy …even at her age… there was only one male outcome… because his cock had doubled its job description, it had twice initiated pleasure, raised and given pleasure twofold and now needed to release pleasure…there is only so far a guy can go… with two demanding coochies…the fact he lasted a couple of minutes with the mature mum pulsating her vagina said a lot for Dean’s future potential in threesomes.Mrs Carter knew when to share the pleasure …that’s what mum’s are good at… keeping their college aged daughters happy at home…Brenda was happy to be at home…Brenda wasn’t going to miss out on this. Dean was stunned. Mother and daughter on their knees worshiping his release.The shooting spurt came with a groaning heave from Dean…”Awwhh”It was Dean’s pecker as the total focus…the moment of held pleasure intensity was escaping…the moment of ecstatic pleasure release was here…so cock happy…the moment of repeated jizz waves started. Christ it felt good…spurting delight piled on splashing delight…cock spasmed delight. Dean’s load lobbed and splattered where it was most content…in a warm orifice… in this immediate instance…two greedy gasping gaping mouths…mother and daughter… semen dripping and dribbling in clotted clusters…the two bitches licking it in and swallowing…Dean realised there was some truth to the phrase ‘like mother like daughter’Mrs Carter wasn’t finished yet…she gave Dean’s cock the invitation back…rubbing along his shaft after its full release …easing the last trapped glob of cum out of his pecker …the pleasure still captured along Dean’s over susceptible shaft, in the now over sensitive tip as she drew his foreskin over his meat head repeatedly…till Dean could take no more.Brenda just watched, cock-struck and really admiring her mum…she had certainly seen her in a different way today…but more importantly the young minx was already planning to set up Dean with her mum close by in various locations around the house after school for the rest of the week…after all today, was only Monday.

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