He wasn't smug about it; his face was somehow loving despite the burning lust in his eyes. He was simply acknowledging what she said. Her ass was his and they both knew it.
My asshole is his, she thought, My son will be f*****g my tight little ass whenever he wants it!
She exploded again, coming so hard that her p***y launched juices onto her son's taut stomach. She hoped that he would want it a lot. Thinking about him just taking her willing asshole all over their house prolonged that orgasm for what seemed like hours to her. She couldn't stop coming as she pictured him bending her over the kitchen counter, the dining room table, the back of the couch, the side of the bed...
"f**k!" she cried out loud.
Michael had to hold his c**k sheathed all the way inside her because her entire bod
