Instead, she tabbed over to their messenger thread. Back in the day, they’d messaged each other almost all the time, but over the recent months, conversation had flagged. His responses had become few and far between, and so Emily had reluctantly stopped bothering him. Well, this is an emergency, Emily thought, biting her lip. Maybe. Besides, it’s not weird. I just called him last night. Or maybe that MAKES it weird? Slave Ah, whatever… fuck it. ♥ iXi Cerulean iXi ♥: hey brian ♥ iXi Cerulean iXi ♥: u up n runnin? “Emily? …Are you alright?” Her mother called over. “Not really?” Emily let out a helpless laugh, tossing her phone towards her bedspread and storming out of her room to make her way towards their large, somewhat cluttered living room. The lighting in there was muted and comfy, a flat-screen hung above their fireplace and a long wrap-around couch hugged the homemade corners of the room. “Mom, I have somewhere I really need to be, right away… I really need blowjob the car.” Her spirit sank once again at the sight of her mother, Mrs. Rivera, sitting cozy on the couch with a book. They shared remarkably similar features—the same tiny nose, lips that looked like they were made for trouble, and large, expressive eyes. But, unlike Emily’s figure, which could be summed up politely with petite , or little , her mom possessed ample assets—a bust and behind that were the stuff of hopes and dreams. In fact, just how many hopes and dreams are crammed in there?! Throughout her childhood she’d idolized her own beautiful mother… right up until Emily hit puberty. Then she realized that her well-proportioned mother had apparently gotten stingy with passing on all those good genes. Her mom being a stunning, gorgeous woman always made Emily feel that, at best, she would only ever be just a cute knock-off imitation. It was infuriating . Of course, Mrs. Rivera wasn’t just some simple, unassuming housewife who was also unusually, even outrageously good-looking. She’d had a small acting career before settling down to teach, and magazine advertisements she’d modelled for in the past were still framed throughout their hallway. “Is this about that boy? ” her mother asked, and that all-too-familiar knowing smile spread across her lovely face once again. “Very funny, ‘that boy,’ huh. You don’t have a clue what you’re talking about,” Emily snapped, inexplicably irritable and defensive. “Of course I do,” her mother said without looking up blonde from her page, calmly taking a sip from her coffee. “I’m amateur afraid you’ve told me everything.” “I didn’t tell you anything, ever. We didn't see each other for a couple weeks due to vacations and such. “Just punishing that tight, young ass!” he growled, drilling his dick so hard into my bowels. I then connect with my left hand somewhere on his cheek and he falls back into Stacey’s table. It is the link between this world and mine. Her pussy muscles blonde now gripped his cock, it amateur was trying to keep him deep in her. Within minutes you couldn’t see the gate. I gripped them. Off to my right Silvia pulls off the glove, tosses it on the bar floor, and takes a bow. They would blowjob take such joy homemade Slave in it. First my Mom sucks me off, and now this! I’m sure some preacher would keel over from a heart attack if he knew.” as I said this, my hand went to the tie, on her robe, and undid it, slipped the robe open, revealing her luscious body to me. She then moaned when I caressed her one breast.