You’ll be my slave, soon, Mommy.” He smiled. Upon fitting a breast into the first cup, a cold, wet sticky mass adhered to my nipple. Youjizz I stamped my foot and returned home. Some days I would go limp and think of Anne. The clock sang merrily. You’ll be my slave, soon, Mommy.” He smiled. By bedtime, the flavor of my son’s spurting cum had much improved. He was just as likely to orgasm in his mother’s fuck slot with dry heaves as often with floods of fertile cock cream. Some days I would go limp and think of Anne. “Suck me hard, Mommy Fuck Face.”
My jaw opened at his utterance. He was eating cereal when I came to breakfast. “I won’t be able to work. After plugging me for 1
