They mix in the prostate, which produces the rest of piss the ejaculate.she moan out so differently and even when Mark was cumming, he pull it extreme out but my wife took his cock and insert it back into her.He may have had a better fuck in the past, but not one he could remember.The wet blanket served its purpose, wiping away as much evidence as possible.What ever you can think of, we have done it, love it, and continue to do it.I shucked my clothes off in the bedroom and both of us got under the covers and we kissed for a while.The one story that they still dream about, that they look back on and just smile.She screamed with frustration.I dragged up her slit and this time parted her outer lips to touch her inner depths.Now I want you to sit up and follow me to the bedroom.I shuddered as Pissing Terry's tongue slid around my sphincter.You look nice today.So, I limited my association with it to be an attender and enjoyer of the social side over the years, to the fetish disappointment of a number of the young ladies that bought totally into it.Because of the extent that old I was obedient to their standards at school, I was not hated, but not popular with the other students, either. But…to have it back in the spot it originated from…that is an entirely weird situation.My resistance was apparently mental…my body already made the decision. I climbed up on Kyle, he rubbed my soaked cunt lips with the head of his cock as I lowered myself…I have a lot of experience at this and used it all to savor each and every millimeter.Using one extreme hand to steady myself using Kyle’s shoulder the other guided his hard penis, sliding the globe of the head across my slowly spreading vagina, moving it delicately to nub my clitoris…fuck…that familiar spark of lust permeated my body, the animal instinct overwhelming any smidgen of propriety.Lowering myself slightly, could feel his large head separate and open me…the first old pressure of his head causing me to straighten my spine…I lowered another inch or so…then pulled up a smidgen only to push down a couple more inches. My brain was screaming, drowning out any possible resistance…my body wanted this appendage in it more than any thing, more than even possibly life right now.It was as if this large, fat cock, was intended for this place. Every part of it, and I mean all of it felt like it was made for my orifice. The thought of it being attached to my son only increased the desire…that again overwhelmed the self-contention of me being morally a creep…the song from Radiohead started to bang in my head as my lust drove my hips up and down…my cunt relishing the firm resistance of each thrust.Hardly noticed that Kyle had one hand on my hip as I rose and Pissing fell, then oscillating at both apexes of my trajectory. His other hand taking its pleasure with either tit, squeezing his mother’s tits, massaging them, and rolling my nipples that had become super sensitive and hard.The animal in me was not to be denied and the welling up the intended outcome was rushing to a conclusion…felt like a volcano was fetish getting ready to burst within me….my eyes had no focus, my breathing flared my nostrils…there was not enough oxygen in the air…I was about to piss cum…it was right there…Kyle held me tight under my tits, lifting me to where only the end of his dick was still in me. My body tried to drive down, but could not… Fuck….FUCK! I screamed, I…I am about to CUM!…NOW! I snorted and pushed again…but in futility. No…no you aren’t, not until I let you . Kyle was looking me dead in the eye.Could feel the wildness recede from my eyes…the flaring and snorting of my nostrils slowly abating. My cunt…my entire being…the frustration beginning to well up. I have never been denied an orgasm…never. But here it was…the first time, and the realization it was my own kid that was denying it, hit me like a brick.