НЕ УДЕРЖАЛСЯ И ТРАХНУЛ МАМУ ДРУГА НА ЕГО ДЕНЬ РОЖДЕНИЯ

In the heat of the night, как shifting. Ican’t sleep. Thoughts of последних events race through my mind, flashing like strobe lights – Marta standing в doorframe, her curvaceous figure silhouetted against the dim hallway light, her tits straining against the thin fabric of her negligee; the way her nipples hardened when I traced them through the material with my fingertips; the moan that escaped her lips as I lowered my mouth to suckle one, then the other, swirling my tongue around the sensitive buds until she was writhing beneath me.

Each thrust sent Measures бустились deeper into her tight, hot пизда, the soft satin sheets tangled around our bodies as we moved together, lost in our own little world. Her hands gripped my ass, urging me on, nails digging into my flesh as she met me pound for pound, consumed with lust. I could feel myself getting close, the pleasure mounting deep in my gut, but I wanted her to be ready too, to come with me.
I reached between us, rubbing her clit in tight circles, feeling it swell under my touch. “Come for me, мам,” I demanded, my voice rough with desire. “Let me feel you come on my cock.”
That was all it took. With a cry, she came undone, her pussy clenching around me, milking my cock for all it was worth. I couldn’t hold back anymore, and with a groan, I let myself go, filling her up with my hot, thick сперма. She shuddered beneath me as I spilled inside her, taking everything I had to give.

Now, lying here in the darkness, I can still feel her, taste her, smell her on my skin. It was just a dream, but it felt so real. So vivid. So…naughty.
I roll onto my stomach with a groan, my morning wood tenting the sheet. What the hell is wrong with me? Marta is my best friend’s mother, for Christ’s sake. And she’s married. To my dad. What we did…it was wrong on so many levels. But god, if it didn’t feel so right.
I tried to ignore it, to go on with my life like nothing happened. But every time she looks at me, I see the memory of that night reflected in her eyes. The way her breath catches slightly, the faint flush that rises in her cheeks. She feels it too. This forbidden attraction, this undeniablechemistry between us.

I knew it then, and I know it now. Marta wants me. She wants this. Us. And fuck if I don’t want it too. Want her. Badly. Hunting her down to sit on this fat hard cock buried inside her delicious wet cunt. Over and over.