Mom crumpled on the floor and kept asking him to stop. He did not. 

He uncorked the bottle and thrust the fruity juice in my face. “Drink it. Now.”
I cum took a drink and spit it out, it tasted bad, like rotten berries. 
I forced the bottle into my mouth and made me swallow it. I spit most of twink it up and he slapped me across the face. I stumble and feel onto the arm of the couch. 

“Fine. You wont drink it like a big girl, I have you drink it like the bitch you are.” 

“Stop, stop!” My mom screeched and he pulled down my pants and panties and spanked me hard anal across the ass. I cried out, but nobody could hear me over my mom, who finally moved and grabbed his arm to stop me. It was the only time my mom ever tried. He hit her hard and she fell to the ground with a thud and didn’t make another sound. I cried and he pressed me further into the arm of the couch, doubling me over and pressing my face into the cushion. 
 
The cold lip of gay the bottle pressed against my boy butt cheeks and I cried harder. The force of the bottle pushed further and further inside of me and I heard the wine gulp as it began to empty out inside of me. He was wasted. He’d never done anything like this before and I felt shame wash over me as he started to pull the bottle in and out of my butthole like he did in bed with my slit. 

After several minutes I began to grow dizzy and sick, and when he lifted me up I felt like I was both heavy and floating in his arms. My body began to rock and I felt the pressure of him inside of me, I was still rubbed raw and it hurt from last time, but I felt far away. She wanted to see if she could do the same for John. You are both cum going to need good hard dicks for what comes next,” she said. She got herself back together as her orgasm twink quickly subsided. Or something. Never ever.” Alex had his hands behind his head and was enjoying the blowjob he was receiving. anal It was driving me nuts. “You know me . . . Have them put their collars on and bring them to me. Also, find Dave boy and Marsha’s daughter, I think her name is Sandy. Fear of gay new treatments would still have her pleading and screaming that would take a while before that disappeared if it ever did. He darted round her, pretending to adjust the shirt collar, smoothing her skirt, wearing a permanent smile on his face. There’s a place in Atlanta called Ray’s on the River. Do I know you?” I said lets go to the mall. He came in less than twenty strokes – so powerful was his surge of passion for his sexy Mom. I seethed. She came again, squealing and gasping then collapsed onto the bed, gasping for breath.