Mark
Humiliation and a desperate, growing need made her fierce in the third round. She used my own speed against me, hooking a leg and twisting. With a shout of surprise, I went down, and she scrambled on top, sitting squarely on his stomach, pinning my wrists.
“I won! I won! I won!” she shouted, while jumping on my c**k, through my boxers.
For five minutes, she sat on me. The heat of her body on top of my boxers was intoxicating. God, I could feel my c**k throbbing against her…and begging for salvation.
“Please… don't stop, Mom…,” I groaned in my head.
“Just pull the damn boxer down… and sit on my waiting cock.”
Her request was a hoarse whisper. “Take off your shirt.” And I obeyed, revealing more of my sculpted torso. The balance of power shifted, tinged with her newfound, dizzying
