yasuo x yone

“April, no—Mmph!” was all she managed to get out, before I had myself sealed onto her mouth.“Eat me, Mommy!” I giggled, reaching down into her hair to hold her steady as she was trying to shake her head in denial. “Eat Daddy's cum out of my pussy! Make me cum like he did! I'm just going to keep rubbing it on your face until you do!”

“Holy shit, I have got to get a copy of your Dad’s book. It’s got some good moves in it,” she said with a laugh. I was concentrating on the sight of the head of my cock poking out and disappearing back in her crack. I was breathing heavily and was going to cum pretty fast even though I had already relieved the pressure twice that day. Mrs. B. sensed I was close.

He’d already showered so his short messy hair had been combed back and was still damp. He was wearing his slacks and belt, but no button up shirt on yet. He liked to wait until his hair was a bit drier before he put it on. As he pulled cups and the coffee tin from the cupboards above, she couldn’t help but notice the way his muscles shifted on his back, the sparse long hairs that sprouted from his back and shoulders. He only got to the gyms on the weekends, but he walked around job sights a lot for his work, so he had a nice balance between muscle and leanness. Before last night she wouldn’t have given it a second thought, but now she sat there with her mouth open, staring like a dead fish.