Fertilize her womb

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"Oh, mom..." You moan as she rubs your dick.  She uses her other hand to direct your head to her breasts, where you bury your whole face.  Then you grab a handful of each one with each hand and squeeze them slowly around your face.  The triple D melons squelch a bit from the damp tank top separating them from you.
"Oh, mom..." You moan as she rubs your dick.  She uses her other hand to direct your head to her breasts, where you bury your whole face.  Then you grab a handful of each one with each hand and squeeze them slowly around your face.  The triple D melons squelch a bit from the damp tank top separating them from you.
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Mrs. Jones guides your eager cock into her own pants-slot, not bothering to remove the wet garments.  She soon begins rubbing the head of your penis on her lips, moaning lightly as they spread and wetten.  You remain like this for some time, feeling the mother's tits envelope your head as her pussy does the same to the head of your dick.  It feels like paradise for both of you, yet you know what must happen next.
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Jessica guides your eager cock into her own pants-slot, not bothering to remove the wet garments.  She soon begins rubbing the head of your penis on her lips, moaning lightly as they spread and wetten.  You remain like this for some time, feeling the mother's tits envelope your head as her pussy does the same to the head of your dick.  It feels like paradise for both of you, yet you know what must happen next.
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You push lightly with your hips and penetrate the mother, who groans "Oh, God, my little angel..."  You slide into her moist depths inch by heavenly inch until you are balls deep.  Your cock twitches inside her with anticipation.  The movement has brought your face back up to hers, and you French some more.  Who knows how long either Mrs. Jones or Brandon has dreamt of this day!
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You push lightly with your hips and penetrate your mother, who groans "Oh, God, my little angel..."  You slide into her moist depths inch by heavenly inch until you are balls deep.  Your cock twitches inside her with anticipation.  The movement has brought your face back up to hers, and you French some more.  Who knows how long either Jessica or Brandon has dreamt of this day!
*[[Plow her like the cow she is]]
*[[Plow her like the cow she is]]

Revision as of 09:06, 8 November 2015

"Oh, mom..." You moan as she rubs your dick. She uses her other hand to direct your head to her breasts, where you bury your whole face. Then you grab a handful of each one with each hand and squeeze them slowly around your face. The triple D melons squelch a bit from the damp tank top separating them from you.

Jessica guides your eager cock into her own pants-slot, not bothering to remove the wet garments. She soon begins rubbing the head of your penis on her lips, moaning lightly as they spread and wetten. You remain like this for some time, feeling the mother's tits envelope your head as her pussy does the same to the head of your dick. It feels like paradise for both of you, yet you know what must happen next.

You push lightly with your hips and penetrate your mother, who groans "Oh, God, my little angel..." You slide into her moist depths inch by heavenly inch until you are balls deep. Your cock twitches inside her with anticipation. The movement has brought your face back up to hers, and you French some more. Who knows how long either Jessica or Brandon has dreamt of this day!

You are possessing:
6th grade boy
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