My Mother's Boyfriend, My Slut! (part 2)
Now that he was my slut, I couldn't seem to get enough of him.
The day had been wonderful, seeing my slut skewered on my strap on. His nipples peeking through his netted shirt as he begged to come with me buried deep inside of him. After he came all over his chest and face, I had exited the room, needing my own release. I headed for the shower, happy to leave him to clean up his mess. With the taste of him still on my lips, I turned on the water. Feeling the splash along my sensitive...