My orgasms swelled. Everything she did to my pussy fed that growing pressure into the core of my femininity. Her tongue caressed me. She brushed my clit. She loved me. “Becky!” I whimpered. “Mommy!” she groaned, the table shuddering beneath us. I buried my tongue into her depths, swirling around in her. I scooped out her spicy cream, savoring it. She found my clit, nursing on it like she had my nipple as a baby. My eyes squeezed shut, the wicked passion swelling and swelling in me. My fingers found her pussy lips. I stroked her blowjob as I sucked on her clit. I jammed my digits into her cunt. She moaned around my bud. Her humming pleasure assaulted my clit. Sparks burst inside of me. I nipped her little nodule. She squealed. Her pussy convulsed around my fingers. I made my daughter cum. My orgasm burst inside of me. I was such a wicked mother. “Oh, OK! But be QUIET!” Stacy admonished. At the start of all my classes for the week, I could ask for relief. Looking back into the camera, she bit her lip as she hooked her thumbs into the waist band of her underwear. Her masculine nature, her sexy body type, the way she talks to me and everyone else, I find that irresistible. I strained to slash at her throat while my arm throbbed worse. Warring was constant between the feudal Harken states, with female captives being the most sought after prize. She said: “yes, sir” and got in blowjob the position I told her. Cathy trembled as she visualized what she hoped would come next. He was used to the professional caliber blowjobs that his wife gave, and the deep throat that Ivy was capable of on occasion. He had big strong arms, a muscular chest, crew cut hair, and just short of six pack abs.