Chapter 742 Taking This Pussy:>8

• Abram, once inside, recoiled until just his head was in me, then slammed into me, hard. "Ow," I yelped, more in surprise than anything. Thankfully, Abram paid no notice to my apparent cry of pain. He squeezed one of my breasts and thrust once more, harder. I could hear the thunderclap as his hips crashed against my plump ass, and then my weak and whimpering moan. Powerful sensations flashed through me with every thrust, first sparking my drooling pussy, then shooting through the whole of my body and reverberating throughout me. And before they'd dissipate, my son would ram into me again. And again, and again.
• "Oh, God, fuck me. Yes, baby, fuck me harder. Harder! Mmmm, yes. Yes, baby. Take me. Fuck me. Fuck me! Fuck. Me. Just. Like. That! Oh!" My son fucked the hell out of me. With every thrust, Abram's hips would slam against my ass, making vulgar clapping sounds and causing my soft, stout flesh to ripple. What was worse (better, actually) is that his fucking turned me on so much, my pussy gushed more and I could hear the wet sloshing of my pussy as my son impaled me. The meaty grunting, the feminine moaning, the almost shameful squish of my sopping twat, the sordid clap of my ass; It was all music to my ears, a symphony of raunchy, nasty sex. I fucking loved it.
• My left leg spasmed violently as I came hard, forgetting all I was momentary. There was only pleasure, decadent and fulfilling to the utmost. I gave a deep, guttural groan, throwing my fat ass back to meet my son's deep-driving thrusts. The smell of sex and sweat, the sting of my ass cheeks, the wetness and soreness of my pussy, the silhouette in the mirror of mother and son having primal, animalistic sex - it was all so overwhelming to my senses. I collapsed forward on the bed, leaving my rear end raised, offering myself to Abram to plunder as he pleased. Closing my eyes, I let him work, imagining that he was to cum soon and welcoming his handsome deposit.